Argh. Another day at home today – this is the third time in six weeks I’ve had to take time off work. Tuesday and Wednesday I went in to work when I probably shouldn’t have but when you sleep from 5.00pm to 9.30am the next day your body is probably trying to tell you something. I’ve wanted to have a day off a week but the plan for that was to spend time with Bert, not to lie in bed or on the couch watching Battlestar Galactica.
It seems I haven’t been able to shake the original virus from those weeks ago which means its probably time for a complete going over at the hands of my doctor. Ugh. I know what he’s going to say – lose weight, eat healthier, exercise. Maybe my body is trying to tell me that as well. Maybe I should listen.