But alas, I’m not in love – which is probably a good thing since I can’t swallow either.
(Warning: this is the mandatory bloggers’ “I’m feeling so ill, sooo ill” type-post. Feel free to ignore.)
I seem to have all the classic symptoms of a flu – or maybe it’s the cold. Headache, sore throat, aching muscles and I’m not doing a particularly good job of thinking today.
The worst thing, though, when you have a sore throat and can’t communicate beyond grunts and lowly-spoken words. And then you have to nip down the corridor to get some lunch (soup, naturally since I can’t swallow anything anyway!). Then colleagues will see you walking down the corridor and give you a cheerful wave – and all you can return with is a grunt and a general nod.
I did try saying somethign to one of them, but a bit of the morning’s milk suddenly decided to return up my throat and I only just swallowed it in time.
Yes, I knew, typical male over-reaction. Yeah, right. We don’t bleed every 28 days (well, most men don’t) so we’re not used to this!