Rudolph

So, my cold was bad, think of your nose, then think of a constantly dripping tap.  Yep, that was me for all of Sunday evening, all of Sunday night, (I hardly slept a wink,) and most of all of Monday.  The thing is, with colds that come on this heavy and this quickly, I always hope that they'll go just as quickly, rather than linger for 3 weeks or more like my usual ones.  I dragged myself in to work on Monday, even though it took me a while to actually get out of bed, and I must have looked bad as people who don't even usually speak to me, asked me if I had a cold... yep... I looked that bad.

By Tuesday, even though I still felt terrible, (and looked worse,) I actually felt better than I did on Monday, so I was looking at the positive.  Same people that don't usually talk to me asked me how I was feeling... still must have looked really bad, but you know when you feel so bad that you don't care how you look?  Well, that was me... for all of this week.

Anyway, the good news is that drunken woman hasn't returned, she must have either; a) sobered up, b) remembered where Dave lives, c) remembered that his name isn't Dave or d) none of the above.

I haven't had much appetite this week, just couldn't face breakfast this week, even after decades of me not having breakfast, I was totally converted... it really IS the most important meal of the day... but I just couldn't do it.  Anyway, what I have eaten this week, has been quality like potatoes, chicken, lentil soup... see?  I am trying.

It's now Thursday, and I've taken Friday off because I probably shouldn't even have been in work on Monday or Tuesday, but the sickness absence rules are so strict... plus, you never know when you'll be worse... anyway, the cold is on the move, it's just moved to my chest and apparently my legs, but at least it's on the move.