If you've followed my sporadic contact on twitter between massive, sweaty sleeping sessions you'll know that I've been knocked flat recently with the dreaded flu.
Many times before I've thought I had flu - and I've actually had a nasty cold. Flu is different. Real, actual flu is so different.
My real, live actual flu completely flattened me for two weeks - I felt rough on the Monday, but went to work and did ok. I went in on the Tuesday and just about managed to get home before needing to go right to bed. For the rest of that week I called in sick. I say I called, what I actually did was text in sick because I totally lost my voice - which was a bit of a relief for my husband I'm sure because he couldn't hear me whimpering "please bring tea and paracetamol" every thirty seven seconds from our bed!
Over the weekend I did the same as I'd been doing for days previously and slept in my bed in a sweaty, shivering heap but thought by Sunday evening that I needed to get right back to work on Monday - so I dragged myself up and into the shower and headed to work. By lunch time I was ordered back home and told I wasn't allowed back until I felt PROPERLY better.
On the Tuesday my temperature had shot back up and I called the GP for some help - predictably they just said "Go back to bed, drink more, take paracetamol and sleep until it's gone". So I did.
Ugh. Flu is horrible.
By the end of the week I was so revolting I think I might have rotted the bed if I hadn't dragged myself into the bath.
There I discovered that a week of failing to wash, or even brush, ones hair leads to many problems. Namely a total inability to actually brush ones hair. Which leads to cutting manky hair bobbles out and clammy emergency trips to the hairdresser (who is thrilled to finally be allowed to cut seven inches off my
Today was my first day back at work. I made it through, and even managed to do work, but was pretty incoherent and/or massively grumpy and snappy all day. My poor workmates. I really must learn to just SHUT UP when I have opinions on things and am already too tired to function normally. Sorry all!
And now it's 8pm, and I'm shaking with the effort of staying upright - so I'm going back to bed. Which has clean sheets on. Phew!