The lurgy finally got me.

I’ve been on the alert for a while, because there is soooo much going on. So being a graduate of the Public Health Medicine, I’ve been doing all I can to prevent coming down with the lurgy. Let me tell you it has not been easy! My friends have all had bugs throughout winter, not to mention their kids too!

I joke (but it’s sadly true) that recently I haven’t seen people as human beings lately as much as I’ve seen them as germ breeding petri dishes.

There have been weeks when I’ve been like ‘uh oh, sore throat….uh oh, achey joints’ over the winter months – that’s the ex-CFS person calling card for ‘you are about to spend 3 weeks as a human snot machine’ – but nothing has come of it.

Until last night driving home from a staff appraisal meeting.

So far, although my sinuses feel like they may indeed explode out of my face and one side of my neck is a little tender (thank you annoying left gland) plus some disgusting graphic details I’ll leave out….it’s not too bad (thank you Jesus!)

I do have Powerpoint ‘rehearsal’ tonight though, and then the actual event on Friday night. And worship team on Sunday morning.

So all prayers appreciated.

On the weird positive notes – I’ve also realised how I’ve now become unacquainted with being ‘properly’ out of action. A year ago I was taken out for 48hr periods on a monthly basis where I could do nothing but fight to reach for the next dose of painkillers & watch boxsets of American TV Dramas I’d seen a squillion times before.

Today I made it through 2 episodes of Without A Trace before I was like...ok, that’s enough American TV Drama…

I know that may sound really silly, but for me that is a big deal. I used to be off work at least once every couple of months. It’s been 6 months since I had a single sick day from work.

Before my hot water bottles were lying on the floor and my dresser would be scattered with packets of painkilling drugs, and perhaps a bottle of olbas oil. Now I rarely need them so I have to go looking in cupboards and drawers for them.

Though I wish I didn’t have use for those things, I feel lucky that I had to go looking for them.

Does that make sense?

My goodness, do I ramble on when my face is congested and I’ve lost my sense of smell.