Oink?

I woke on the Saturday after Eastnor with a sore throat and one blocked nostril. There were some weird moments when I was practically walking in a circle as my balance had gone, but that didn't stop me getting my hair cut (I'm a girl with her priorities right!). By evening I was a sick girlie. I was getting worried that I was going to be going oink oink as I was feeling absolutely awful, but thank goodness it was a bad cold and not swine flu. I didn't make it out of bed on Sunday until the evening when I woke up ravenous (surely another sign of a cold rather than flu - "starve a fever, feed a cold"). Stephen had failed to make it to a grocery shop so he suggested pizza. "What kind do you want?" "Chinese" and because I was the ill person I got to dictate for once! Yay! Bring on the Sweet & Sour Chicken and Egg Fried Rice.

I was at home for the whole week. Thank goodness for remote logon, so I could work from home. I tried to go into work on Thursday. I got up, got showered and washed my hair, dried it and immediately got back into bed feeling absolutely rotten. It took a full week before I was feeling human again, but I'm feeling reasonably perky now.