I’m not writing because I’m sick.
I worked late over the weekend, finishing my shifts in the early morning hours. All I noticed on Friday night was a tickle in the throat. Saturday night, I noticed it had become a little sore, but that didn’t stop me doing the work.
Sunday was hell.
I had a fever, dizziness, and I ached everywhere. My throat felt raw and I was coughing everywhere. I found it difficult to concentrate on anything for longer than a few seconds. Thankfully, my finish time was reasonable and I was able to drive home for a nice hot shower and a decent night’s sleep.
Once in bed I tossed and turned and woke up a few times in between fever dreams. Went to the bathroom a few times on account of all the water I’d topped myself up on. Generally felt crap.
So here I sit with a nice cup of lemon tea and some hot soup on the way, not writing.