Attempted to go back to SML today which was, once again, a mistake. Felt dreadful once I arrived, despite being delivered to the door by Don.
Really, it’s as though I have been clinging to the early days of this cold for over a week. It is not progressing through the more revolting stages toward recovery as it should.
So I sucked it up and went to one of those fast-food-style, bulk-billing medical centres where the GP told me that “it’s a virus”, my body was doing a good job of fighting it (probably because I am healthy) and I just had to ride it out. She did suggest a blood test – mostly because of the exhaustion.
Though I am beginning to have a niggling suspicion that maybe this unwellness is all a result of the current repulsive atmosphere at SML and my poor brain is trying to get me away from it all.
I really must work on some coping mechanisms.