Christmas morning started at 4:30AM for me, with one of the most wretched sore throats I'd woken to in ages. I felt like some animal had clawed at my neck in my sleep. I drugged myself up on the very last of our cold meds, which only succeeded at knocking me out for another couple hours. The next time I woke up, I grabbed my keys, threw on a jacket ( Read more... )

Came down with a bout of food poisoning over the weekend; it was lovely. I was silly enough to attempt work yesterday - only made it to my lunch break before the chills and a full-on body ache had me heading home. It must be said: ( cut for the possibly squeamish )