Today was my first day back at work after a couple of days off sick with the cold/flu thing that’s been going around. The thing that made my weekend pretty unpleasant. Anyway, I arrived at work alarmingly short of breath, feeling pretty grim and wondering whether I’d made a mistake going back. My colleagues were ever so nice and I was told in no uncertain terms to go home if I felt I needed to.
Fortunately, after about an hour I was feeling able to cope so, although I still feel fairly grotty, I made it all the way through the day. Which is most definitely a good thing. Now if I can just be OK by the weekend, when I’m off to a friend’s wedding, I’ll be very happy indeed.