On Tuesday afternoon I found myself staring into space, concentration evaporating, the keyboard under my fingers making as much sense as an empty Scrabble board ...
Go to bed, go to bed! my poor bod was saying to me...
No cold, no cough, sweating and shivering at the same time, temperature right up to 103 then back, then up again... Total exhaustion, no appetite, this is 'flu 2012 ? Self assessment on the NHS site would indicate as much
I have actually managed to pick up the post and put the rubbish out today which might indicate that I've turned the corner and the effing virus is losing the battle. Morning all!