Is sick.

So I started getting sick on Thursday morning. Perhaps I caught something from someone during Wednesday's 4 hour lockdown in the canteen. I don't know. But Thursday morning I awoke to an annoying pain in my throat. It annoyed me. All day.

Friday morning I awoke to a throat in more pain than before. More pain than I thought it would be in. Added to this was the fact that now my head felt the slightest bit achey. I shrugged it off because I was sick not too long ago, and I didn't think I could be getting sick again. But was I? Sure enough about an hour into my shift I felt about as fucked as a porn star doing DVDA. Managed to get the Supervisor to grab some Panadol for me from sick bay, followed by my brother rolling around to poke fun at me for being a sissy. Good times. I knew that this was either the worst of it, or just the beginning. What do you think it was?

Saturday I could barely drag myself out of bed. Sore throat? Check. Fucked up head? Check. Blocked nose? Check. I could barely breathe, barely open my eyes, barely able to move. I actually woke up a bit before 10am, but managed to pull myself out of bed no sooner than midday. I went against the Panadol instructions, and took far more than recommended. This particular range of Panadol was the highest strength you can get, in fact it's actually meant for arthritic pain and each dose is meant to last 8 hours (as opposed to standard Panadol's 3-4 hours). I had one dose soon after I got out of bed, but before I went out to Minh's place for the barbecue I popped another 2 doses. For the record, I'm not a big fan of medicating myself and, if I don't need to go out of the house, I'm quite fine with being in pain and looking disgusting. However when you need to go out into the world and see people or work your stupid shift then there's little other choice than to grab some pills and take what you need to get by as normal as can be.

The downside is that Saturday night I was more less out of it while we hung out, ate, played games, and watched a movie.

So we arrive at today (technically yesterday) where I woke up feeling slightly better. High five. I was meant to go out and see Emina today but I didn't really feel that up to it, although it'd be nice to meet her man and see their child! But the last thing I want to do is go there all zombified and leave with everyone possibly catching whatever I have. There's always next week, anyway.

For now I feel crap. Half my week was made awful by this sickness. I'm probably still going to be feeling it tomorrow (today?) which is going to make my day at work that much worse. Not that any day at work is actually good. Actually, not that any day anywhere is good. Whatever.

I just push on from day to day, hoping that one day all these symbols ring true again. For now it's just 1 from 4, and it isn't a good one.