Only now, after three solid days in bed, am I feeling vaguely human. I’m finally over the raging temperature and the bizarre dreams that would make Tim Burton jealous. I’m no longer shivering like a homeless extra from Les Mis…
My headache is also improving, now down to a dull roar.
I’m still left with an impressive cough and an ache in my back and sides from the aforementioned. I ache from head to foot, but more like the car crash was six weeks ago rather than this morning.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Flu. With a capital F.
I showered for the first time since Saturday morning this evening and it took all of my faculties to stop me falling over several times on the way to and from the bathroom.
Gross, right? But before now, the very thought of getting under the shower was enough to make me shudder. I couldn’t face even getting out from underneath the duvet.
I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.
Well, maybe my worst…
The big day is Friday, followed by a few days in New York. I cannot be ill for either of these things. Tomorrow will officially be ‘sick leave’, but actually working from bed. But I won’t need to go outside and can just be rid of this plague before the week is out.