After last week’s fun at Retrovision I started to fell a bit grotty on the journey home. A bit of a sore throat down one side, nothing too special. During last week this slowly started to grow into a bit of a cold. I don’t think it was flu, just what the NHS likes to call “flu-like symptoms”. Creative use of my large beer making thermometer (under my armpit!) showed I had a normal temperature, and I most definitely didn’t have the runs – quite the opposite in fact.
So I did the sensible thing, and went to work all week, ensuring maximum exposure to young people and those with other diseases. It spread around our office quite well. My voice was going so I had fun squawking at the students. You see, while I could have had the week off (and next time my voice escapes, I think I will) I actually felt OK. I sounded much worse than I was, although by Friday I looked like something that should be shuffling about trying to eat brains. I would have taken Friday off if it wasn’t the handin deadline for both of my A-level groups, and the day I needed to take all my year 11 work home to mark.
I was not a happy bunny on Friday. We will not discuss Friday further.
I spent all yesterday in bed. Last night wasn’t so fun, while sleeping with my mouth open I managed to suck a lump of what I assume was fluff into the back of my throat. This triggered a bit of drama that had me rushing to the bathroom. Still, it also cured the nausea I was feeling after eating tea.
I think I’m better, my neck doesn’t feel like there are two marbles stuck in it and I can breathe fairly well through my nose.
Now to do all the housework from last week. My kitchen looks like I’ve tried to feed an army, and there’s no food left in the house. I’m off to Sainsbury’s to spread illness and disease to all I meet.
Seems I get this every 2 or 3 years, so next time I get a bad one should be 2012…