Well, I appear to be ill. I haven’t been ill for quite a while now, which is probably why I’m making note of it. I went to bed last night with a slightly tickly cough. Woke up this morning with a very sore throat, sore muscles, headache, a slightly runny nose, a slight temperature and fatigue. I can only guess I’ve got a cold. Hard to tell as, allegedly, men aren’t very good at medical self-diagnosis. Decided it might be wiser to stay in bed instead of dragging myself to work. Went back to sleep and woke up around 2pm, still not feeling much better, and now with cold feet. Finally got out of bed to get some breakfast, drink plenty of fluid and have a hot soothing bath. I must admit I felt slightly better after the bath, and the cough has developed into one of those large chesty ones with plenty of phlegm in my lungs to dislodge. The headache was still the same, as was the muscle ache.
I’ve come to the conclusion that being ill isn’t much fun. Unlike usual days off, when you’re ill you’re unable to do much, which leads to a high degree of boredom. Finally decided to watch The Truman Show on DVD, which was good, as always, and helped to pass the time.
I’m now knackered, even though I haven’t actually done much! Time to go to bed soon I think…