It starts with a bit of a head throb, then feeling somehow low, then the voice starts to croak as the eyes and nose get runny, finally the body temp goes outta whack and the next thing I know, I'm down for the count.
When I get sick, with a cold/flu it usually means two to four weeks. Sound alarming as I write this, but having just emerged from the latest bout, it is pretty much what happened. I had a week off work canceled interstate flights and schlepped through work feeling crap for ages. Such a waste of time.
What happens to Tawdry's dreaming and scheming in that fog? It takes a hit too.
I wish I could cut it off at the pass and prevent the huge shutdown of my life's good stuff but I haven't yet found a way. so much for the weight loss, get fit detox thing I had done (two months of it) prior.
Still and all, I'm back and looking forward to getting the secrets project back on track. So onwards and upwards Cottonmouth will be the next gig I think. More of that later.
Not trying to whinge or carp on here, but put the experience (which has been a very common one in my life) down in bytes for the first time. Worst part, as mentioned above the waste of time and resources. Best bit, the up swing of mood, energy and ideas coming out of it.
Glad of that...
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