I’ve been bedridden for the last two days with an absolute killer cold.
Fortunately some sort of truce was called to comfort me.
You know how it goes – you rarely get sick and bask in your superior health while your somewhat less-healthy colleagues fall one by one.
On Friday I could feel *something* coming on, but I persuaded myself that I could overcome it through sheer force of will – and confining myself to low key activities. This kinda-sorta worked until Monday when I spent most of the day sneezing and working my way through a box of tissues.
But yesterday. Ugh! Woke up feeling like my whole head was being squeezed in a vise, accompanied by all sorts of bodily aches and pains.
Today was only slightly better – so I made the executive decision to take another sick day and lazed about in bed enjoying my new flanelette sheets. I was previously scathing of flanelette sheets, but they’re actually kind of brilliant**. Perhaps I’d only even had super-cheap shedding ones before?
I can’t even remember the last time I had two sick days in a row, but gosh it was nice – despite the unwellness.
** Another of those occasions where Don and Joan were right