I am not well.
I have a stinking head cold.
This is not fun.
This weekend will, I think, be a weekend of soup and orange juice, with liberal quantities of chocolate.
EDIT: and having just read
this I now realize that I am being utterly pathetic about not wanting to go to work with a cold and that my job has surprisingly little social value. Oh
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And the drive home the day before was even more exciting. I've never seen enough rain to drown out the lane markings on the M11. The whole motorway slowed to about 30 mph.
It turns out I have a faint fondness for very heavy rain. It reminds me of monsoons, and I love and adore monsoon weather.
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Put it another way, there's a tool used in clinical settings called a pain scale. It's used to help patients communciate how much pain they're in, in a way that is meaningful to the physician giving out painkillers. The concept is simple, the physician asks the patient, on a scale of 1-10, with 1 being no pain and 10 being the worst pain you can imagine, how much pain they're in.
The key part is that it's the *patients* opinion of pain that's used to decide how much pain relief to give, because unsurprisingly we are all different and what one person can endure, another person will find completely intolerable.
So in short, *hugs* take time to recover and stop being hard on yourself!
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I do acknowledge, having spent most of today in bed, and being the girl who tried to force herself into being fitter than she was on the Inca Trail and ending up collapsing unable to breathe that sometimes you do just need to stop and flop. :)
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