A Light On The Water
So, this week has mostly been spent suffering from Martian Death Flu, which is what happens when you're at work 14 hours a day in high stress conditions for a week, and then go to a training weekend with people (with diseases) from all over the country. Note to self: Soldiering on with training through high fever, dizziness and nausea does not help your ability to recover from illness, although it apparently makes you a good negotiator. It must be that talking fox who was giving you good advice...
As a result, I've been off from work since Wednesday, trying to sleep, not hallucinate, and also not cough up a lung. I am partially recovered, but managed to relapse myself twice over the last three days by thinking it wouldn't hurt to leave the sickbed for a few hours. I'm still coughing, feverish, weak and achy, and I have a touch of conjunctivitis. The upshot of this is that although I probably could have managed to get there without collapsing, I'm not going to be in the Canary Islands for Christmas. Second Cook duties on a Tall Ship are strenuous and more importantly involve food handling, so it really wasn't a good idea, although I nearly convinced myself to give it a shot last night. But as my flight was scheduled for this afternoon, the danger of overdoing it (again!) is largely past now.
Just to say, then, my apologies for having failed to respond to any posts, e-mails, telephone calls or other missives from the past several days. (Oh, I did manage not to default on yuletide largely though virtue of having been 90% done when I first got ill. Still that last 10% was a struggle, and I'm not sure if the story's a bit too surreal as a result.) I will write/post/mail you what I owe you in due course as I recover bits of my ability to think. Also, if you're around for the next week, look me up, as I'll unexpectedly be around as well - but I may need to keep to my bath chair and cups of weak tea for a few more days, and no, the dry rattling sound doesn't mean I have tuberculosis, I just got vaccinated for it....
As a result, I've been off from work since Wednesday, trying to sleep, not hallucinate, and also not cough up a lung. I am partially recovered, but managed to relapse myself twice over the last three days by thinking it wouldn't hurt to leave the sickbed for a few hours. I'm still coughing, feverish, weak and achy, and I have a touch of conjunctivitis. The upshot of this is that although I probably could have managed to get there without collapsing, I'm not going to be in the Canary Islands for Christmas. Second Cook duties on a Tall Ship are strenuous and more importantly involve food handling, so it really wasn't a good idea, although I nearly convinced myself to give it a shot last night. But as my flight was scheduled for this afternoon, the danger of overdoing it (again!) is largely past now.
Just to say, then, my apologies for having failed to respond to any posts, e-mails, telephone calls or other missives from the past several days. (Oh, I did manage not to default on yuletide largely though virtue of having been 90% done when I first got ill. Still that last 10% was a struggle, and I'm not sure if the story's a bit too surreal as a result.) I will write/post/mail you what I owe you in due course as I recover bits of my ability to think. Also, if you're around for the next week, look me up, as I'll unexpectedly be around as well - but I may need to keep to my bath chair and cups of weak tea for a few more days, and no, the dry rattling sound doesn't mean I have tuberculosis, I just got vaccinated for it....