Sunday, February 27, 2011

Body Says Stop!

After booking my week off to, as a friend so eloquently put it, 'unclench', my body made a decision on my behalf last night. I went from feeling a little tired, to full blown chills and an extremely sore throat. After a mostly sleepless night, I got up and peered down my throat with a torch - and went back to bed a sobbing mess. I don't like to feel sorry for myself (well, I like to think I don't, those who know me might think differently) but it immediately reminded me of when I had Glandular Fever 10 years ago. I spent 2 weeks (but should have spent 4) in bed, eating ice cream and often unable to move and it all started with my throat looking much like it does today.
The doctor seems to think it is just tonsillitis and a course of antibiotics should help. I hope so. Glandular Fever is no fun. Anyone who's had a full blown dose of it will agree and the fatigue often comes back to haunt you.

That said, I still have lots to be grateful for - here goes!

161. Monday morning gas-bag with Catherine
162. That we had the opportunity to see Christchurch in all its glory before last weeks tragedy
163. Late night chats with excellent people
164. Fluffy, buttery raisin toast
165. A new desk, maybe a new start?
166. Ringing up and getting an appointment at the last minute, when you were expecting to be waiting for weeks!
167. Catch ups with Don and Aileen
168. Celebrating Andy's last day in his old job, with good company
169. The satisfaction that comes from vacuuming under the bed!
170. An afternoon celebrating a new life
171. Getting up early(ish) on a weekend and getting more out of the day
172. Cooking a new recipe
173. Impulsive visits/coffee
174. Home made tomato sauce by the Spads
175. Chatting to the friend who's wedding I am shooting in June
176. Having a chat with Amy on the phone
177. Andy bringing me a cuppa in bed when I am poorly
178. The woman who I saw the other day, she picked up a $5 note that had fluttered out of someones handbag and chased the other person about 25 meters down the street to return it to her.
179. My comfy bed
180. Andy being on leave when I am off sick

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