I'm feeling much better so I'll be back in the office tomorrow. After over 8 days of feeling like road kill its nice to finally be able to breath again, go the fridge and feel like eating and reach the top cupboard without a wave of dizziness. Its amazing how something as simple as a cold can actually make you take a new look at life. Don't worry I haven't turned into a happy bouncy bunny rabbit (not yet) but I did find myself thinking things that were very un-falcon like.
For one I missed the office, I find it hard to live without structure and even harder to stay still. Almost collapsing every time you get up is a sure fire way to drive someone like me absolutely nuts. So there I was finally way from my evil desk, wishing I could go back! In ways this is so very very wrong.
Those who know me will be amazed that I didn't hoover my flat for a week (the idea of all that dust has been playing on my mind) but I survived.
And the third most unusual thought was - Why isn't my Mum taking care of me? To be fair she and my dad tried, they rang me everyday (sometimes twice a day) in an attempt to come over and make a fuss but I put my foot down. In my weakened state I still kept my wits about me and knew the second I let them in the door, they'd declare me half dead and bundle me off home. This was to be avoided at all costs, as we all know the only thing you want when your ill is your own bed.
These new found insanities won't last, I'm sure next week I'll be wanting a holiday from work and my folks, not to mention scrubbing the kitchen floor but for the rest of today I've got daytime TV and painkillers.