I still feel ill.
I’ve spent most of my time delicately draped across on one of the sofas like the sickly heroine of one of the more bathetic Victorian novels. I don’t feel up to doing any thing more exciting that watching reruns on the telly, I don’t feel like playing WoW properly I go on line to check on my auctions but that’s about all. I put it down to feeling poorly and pre Wrath ennui
I felt decidedly better on Monday morning so it was off to work I went with, if not with a “HiHo” and a merry tune on my lips, but feeling ready for another day at work.
I walked from the car park into the office with a colleague – in that distance my voice started to sound like a teenage boy’s just before it start to break and I began to feel my chest tightening up. By the time I got into the office I was beginning to squeak like a bat whisperer.
So they sent me home.
Tuesday – off work
Wednesday – off work and I think my period has begun, very lightly though but I’ve had that before, a couple of days of very light flow then the full works. My boobs feel tender too but I’ve also had that before many a time so I ignore it.
Thursday – off work – began to feel better
Friday – today I wake up feeling that if I don’t talk too much I’ll be fine. I get into work, feel awful, squeak like a bat to my boss, promptly burst into tears for no better reason than I don’t feel well, get sent home again.
I seem to be ok if I do diddly squat, if I do anything for too long – talking, driving to work (remember it’s an hour drive for me), trying to concentrate – it takes it out of me I feel weak and feeble and just want to rest. My period hasn’t got beyond the spotting stage but I still think nothing of it.