Tonsillitis

Disclaimer: this blip is full of self-pity.....

Oh Tonsillitis, what a thorn in my side you were growing up. I lost count of the number of times I was brought down by it. Always such a familiar pattern too. Period of stress/partying. Stop, relax. Get ill.

So probably no surprise that it has reared it's head after the last month of working so insanely. Break in Edinburgh, weekend off, boom.

Am such a wuss when I have tonsillitis though. I find it so painful. Fever hot then ice cold, razor blades in my throat. I get dehydrated as I can't face drinking. Big wuss confession - I sobbed into my pillow last night before sleep, I was in so much pain.

But I had no choice but to get up and get on with things today fortified by paracetamol.
The luxury of a day in bed ill. Will I ever know what that is like again? Self employed and a mother = get your ass out of bed and soldier on. So I did.

I wanted to cry most of the day but in some ways being distracted helped. Mauldling only makes being ill worse, after all.

I could hardly speak in my meetings but I mumbled best I could and just tried to survive the working day. Then I picked Squidge up (nothing wrong with her now - right as rain, see pic of her at nursery playing happily outside).

Up at 6am tomorrow to catch a train to Leamington to see a potential new client. Somebody stop the earth, I want to get off (just for a little while anyway).