The late shift, the chest cold, and the enduring value of chicken and chips
I had to work later than usual tonight. Not that I'm complaining: it's the only night of the week I ever have to work late, and I don't always have to work late. But the body makes habits, you know? My body's habits are incompatible with managing somehow to sleep until 9am except on days where I don't have to get up at all.
Due partly to bloodymindedness and partly to -- no; never mind; due completely to bloodymindedness, I've been working sick for the last three days. I know this is a foolish thing to do, but I did it anyway, and for comeuppance I now have a chesty cough that threatens to gnaw through my lungs and not very much of a voice. I'm wheezing when I breathe, and the last time I felt like this, my GP signed me off work for two weeks because I had a chest infection. I don't feel like I can afford to be sick any more, ever, so I'm not going back to the doctor with this one. Throat sweets and inhalers it is. And I may call in to work tomorrow.
After work, my bus was late. Then the bus I was meant to connect to was late, meaning my regular bus went on diversion because of nighttime construction toward Surrey Quays. The upshot is I didn't get home until nearly 11pm, and I hadn't had any dinner. My amazing son went out and picked up some chicken and chips for me, and that made me feel better.
It's late now and I have to go cough myself to sleep.
Yes, I'm trying to come back.
Due partly to bloodymindedness and partly to -- no; never mind; due completely to bloodymindedness, I've been working sick for the last three days. I know this is a foolish thing to do, but I did it anyway, and for comeuppance I now have a chesty cough that threatens to gnaw through my lungs and not very much of a voice. I'm wheezing when I breathe, and the last time I felt like this, my GP signed me off work for two weeks because I had a chest infection. I don't feel like I can afford to be sick any more, ever, so I'm not going back to the doctor with this one. Throat sweets and inhalers it is. And I may call in to work tomorrow.
After work, my bus was late. Then the bus I was meant to connect to was late, meaning my regular bus went on diversion because of nighttime construction toward Surrey Quays. The upshot is I didn't get home until nearly 11pm, and I hadn't had any dinner. My amazing son went out and picked up some chicken and chips for me, and that made me feel better.
It's late now and I have to go cough myself to sleep.
Yes, I'm trying to come back.