I have spent a very productive three days off cultivating germs.
It is back to work tomorrow (hopefully), and I feel as though I need a holiday.
The 25th ended when I eventually went to bed and passed out from a migraine at 8pm.
The 26th flew by, with my time spent drifting between my bed, the bathroom and the kitchen.
Today, I felt drunk when I woke up, and could not stand upright. Not for lack of trying...
I still feel woozy, but I am hoping the worst is over. I am sure that I am not contageous any more, and that the aftermath is almost over.
Or is that just wishful thinking?
