I called in sick to work today, first time this year. I'm a little annoyed with myself but I have a terrible cold and sore throat. I can barely speak above a whisper, I've got a cough that sounds like a death rattle and I can only breathe if I'm not trying to do anything else at the same time.
And, since a large part of my role relate to food safety, it's not the best idea for me to be coughing up my lungs all over the place.
Today now finds me on my couch (John works nights, he's asleep in bed and I don't want to disturb him), under piles of blankets. I have hot tea with lemon and honey, I have soothers, I have lucozade, I have cold/flu tablets, I have a box of tissues and Kate is going to be pick me up some chicken soup at lunchtime. I've slept in and am planning a day of napping and horror movies.
I just wish I could get warm
And, since a large part of my role relate to food safety, it's not the best idea for me to be coughing up my lungs all over the place.
Today now finds me on my couch (John works nights, he's asleep in bed and I don't want to disturb him), under piles of blankets. I have hot tea with lemon and honey, I have soothers, I have lucozade, I have cold/flu tablets, I have a box of tissues and Kate is going to be pick me up some chicken soup at lunchtime. I've slept in and am planning a day of napping and horror movies.
I just wish I could get warm