Illness

Okay...I give in...I'm Ill. I hate being Ill, and I’ve been Ill for three weeks now. I've even got proper tablets from the Doctors and everything. It's terrible. I was working in London this week, and I had one of the most horrific coughing fits, in the middle of a very posh office. I was meant to be acting and demonstrating how an adaptive child responds to a controlling parent, in Transactional analysis terms. I managed in the end, but goodness me it was embarrassing.

Today, I did the last stage school classes, and then this eve I was meant to be at the pub, but I rang in sick. It's the first time I have rung in sick for any paid work. I thought I never would, but I had to succumb. I have to be a bit careful with myself when I’m ill. Ever since the incident at Leeds train station in 2009. When I hadn't quite realised how ill I was I ended up fainting and vomiting on platform 13, all in a totally public space where I didn't know anybody, and nobody particularly wanted to help me. Understandable I suppose, but it still scared me a bit. You don't realise how important your health is, till it is impaired. I am very independent. But you can't be independent when that ill. I went to Leeds walk in centre after straight after the incident and fainted again in reception, they wanted to admit me, but I didn't want to stay, so I went home. Any who I didn't fancy a repeat of that this eve, so hence the night off.

meh, next week is a lighter week work wise anywhoo, so hopefully I’ll recover.

Here's to getting well soon...