with a foul cold. It started with one of those irritating one sided sore throats. By the time I had made the drive to the hospital and started the shift yesterday I was sweating, my nose was streaming and my head pounding. Two of my patients were in protective isolation, at risk of infection due to low immunity. It was agreed that I was not welcome on the ward and I came home.
Since then I have only ventured from the bed or sofa to feed the pets, walk them in the garden, (Max does not seem to understand the complex notion of the pet flap…he watches the other two, is gently guided through it time and again and still will not operate the thing alone…), make tea and take regular analgesics.
Today is no better. I am impatient, always have been. I figured if I had one day out I would be better today. No such luck. It even hurts to read so it is lots of dog napping – literally, one in the crook of my knees on the duvet and one in the crook of my back. Warm puppies, nice but they do fidget.
All notions of doing a bit of crochet, or study, or even MOWING THE LAWN, have died. Time to resist the urge to keep going and to give in and rest.