So, for essentially the last month I’ve had a succession of viral illnesses. This is mostly, I suspect, because my work have a sickness policy that 4 separate episodes of illness in a year is enough to get you managed for your sickness. I was on 3. Given that I spend my days surrounded by ill people, I don’t think that’s wholly unreasonable. But hey, that’s my opinion. Thus, when I got ill after our trip to the States, I resolutely declined to take any time off sick.
So for the past month I’ve tracked towards being well, switched onto or back from nights and… got unwell again. But I’ve given in today.
I actually went into work, feeling as I do faintly nauseous. No diarrhoea, no vomiting, nothing specific to point to, but I couldn’t really face breakfast (I managed about 3 spoons of cereal before deciding that it wasn’t happening) and my coffee and OJ were half drunk, but I still couldn’t say “I’m definitely too ill to go”. So I went. And then over the past hour it’s evolved to moments of feeling like I’m going to hurl. Cold/hot sweats. Just feeling insanely rubbish.
Part of me thinks I should try and sleep it off, but I don’t feel sleepy at the mo. So hot water bottle/cold water from the tap and some kind of light, unintelligent entertainment is in order.
In other news, I lost in my battle with the printer yesterday. I think I need to take it to someone with a WinXP / Vista / more modern Windows than I have, so as it can be configured to use DHCP. Feh.
