I’ll admit that this hasn’t been the easiest of weeks for me and I apologise now for the fact that I’ve hardly been much of a visible presence on my own blog, let alone the blogs of others. The truth is that I have not been feeling well since last Saturday (April 5th) and I am fairly sure that I have succumbed to some sort of virus.
It all started rather innocently when I ventured to my local McDonalds to grab myself a takeaway coffee in order to fortify myself for the long day of work ahead. Crawling into the restaurant at the crack of dawn bleary-eyed, things were going swimmingly until I walked to the counter and placed my order. It was only then that a scruffy, smelly and rather rude builder-type man decided to turn around and cough directly in my face.
Had it not been for the fact that I had been forced to take a longer than usual route to get to said restaurant and that I was craving a caffeine fix like a crack addict craves heroin, I would likely have given the uncouth chap a piece of my mind.
Alas, the scruffy ape and his builder chums had exited the restaurant before I’d finished being served and my chance to give them a fearful tongue-lashing had evaporated. Although angered by the man’s complete lack of manners, I didn’t really think much more of it until later that day.
By early evening I began to feel slightly lethargic but put it down to the fact that I’d had a busy week and was probably tired. I read a little, had a beer, then a relatively early night, believing that to be the answer to my health woes.
By Sunday morning I felt as if I had been sat on by a hippo and been forced to spend the whole night awake as it cheerfully danced the Macarena on my tired and aching body. Like the trooper I am, I forced my carcass in front of the computer and set about getting in my daily word count before dragging myself to work for a nightshift.
It was obvious by the time I’d got there that I was in no fit state to be working, yet there was no one available to cover for me and the work I do is vital to vulnerable people. I had no choice but to stay there, keening and suffering throughout the afternoon and early evening.
By this point I was almost on the verge of tears but somehow managed to make it through the night. It might have been slightly more bearable had it not been for the fact that I had to work through until 3 pm the next day. Quite how I managed this task, I am not sure, but manage it I did before somehow driving myself home (this is where my memory gets slightly hazy) and crawling into bed.
More chills, fevers, headaches and general feelings of crappiness have continued to pervade my weakened body and immune system and so it is with much regret that I have to inform you that there will be no ‘Thoughts for Friday’ this week. I suppose that this post in itself could be considered sage advice in the fact that I should have used the ‘Drive Thru’ option at McDonalds. By being lazy and staying in my car, I would have avoided being infected with the germs of a manner-less lout, got my caffeine fix and remained fit and healthy this week.
Alas, it was not to be. The road to recovery has been a long one and I am still not exactly feeling 100% even now. I am aiming to return to blogging either today or early next week so please bear with me while I catch up on comments etc. and new posts from all of the lovely bloggers I follow. When I come visiting, I promise not to cough/sneeze/sniffle in your general direction….