Since Friday I have been feeling under the weather, what started a a couple of sneezes soon escalated to a full on snot fest. Picture headache, sneezing every few minutes, a runny nose and aching from top to toe.
Somehow I managed to make it through the weekend, despite not being able to sleep as I felt as though I was drowning. Fast forward to Monday morning and I feel at my worst, however Monday equals a work day so time for me to 'suck it up' as Mr Boo jokily told me as he left for work.
The school run wasn't pleasant, I decided to pop Tigger in the pushchair partly as I couldn't bear the snail pace walking all the way to school when all I wanted to do was get indoors out of the cold and partly as I needed to lean on it.
Arriving at work I was asked if I'd been running as I was so out of breath (which any one who knows me, I don't run). With me struggling to get my breath, sounding more husky than Bonnie Taylor and looking rather flushed I was asked whether I should have come in.
Long story short... if you are off sick you have to have a return to work meeting when you return and as my line manager is better known as Worzel Gummidge, trust me when I say I'd rather get off my death bed and come in than face one of those meetings.
Then something happened that made me cry (yes a grown woman cry at work, just don't tell Mr Boo), the lovely ladies that I work all rallied around me. Taking my temperature, making sure that I had taken paracetamol, keeping my fluids up and most importantly... pooping their head into my office to check that I was OK whenever they walked past.
Honestly ladies... I didn't know you cared.
