I finally got back to work today after the flu kept me off last week. It was quite nice to be back in the office, actually.

I managed to get quite a bit done on something that had me stumped before I became ill, as well as fixing a couple of new bugs with some Javascript changes. Felt good to make progress.

Hope the rest of the week goes so well. 😀

For the last couple of days I’ve been feeling really ill. It started out on Sunday evening when I was watching a film with Dave and Hayley. I started to shiver pretty constantly. I though I might actually just be feeling the cold, as it is February. An hour or two later it was a lot worse. My face was boiling to the touch but I was still shivering. I was also feeling sick.

I decided sleep was the answer, but ended up being sick first. 🙁

Sunday night is one of the worst nights I’ve ever experienced. I woke up at least 10 times during the night. When my alarm went off at 6:30 I also had a sore throat, so I sent an email saying I wouldn’t make it to work.

Throughout the course of the day my knees and hips began to ache a lot. Ibuprofen helped keep that dulled down a bit, and my fever disappeared. I did have a really stiff neck though, at which point people told me to look for a rash thinking of meningitis. Pretty sure I don’t have that though.

Shortly before I fell asleep on the sofa I began the whole feverishness thing of shivering while being boiling to the touch. I managed to drop to sleep, but woke up less than half an hour later with a shout because my right hip was absolutely killing me.

I managed to talk myself into getting up from under the warm blanket so I could get ibuprofen and gargle with Oraldene then go to bed properly.

I woke up in the night completely covered in sweat, which was horrible enough, but also the ibuprofen had worn off and my hips and knees were hurting again. 🙁

I sent another email saying I was still unwell and slept until the pain woke me again. Now I’m in bed trying to work up the courage to get up.

Ugh. I hate the last day or so!

My mum called me on the phone at about 11pm tonight. I decided to ignore it and call her back when a show had finished.

Shortly before I called back I prepared for an argument. One happens just about every time we speak. Especially if she’s had a drink.

She answered the phone in a good mood. She called to tell me about a sketch on TV reminding her of when I failed to get a job at McDonalds once. Itold her that it was at KFC, and then she started about how she once applied there when she was desperate for work, but refused to give them a photocopy of her passport.

I said that there was a good reason for having ID of people being hired, and it was just a photocopy. I don’t actually see the reason for it, but I doubt KFC are in the habit of selling photocopies of passports to let illegal immigrants in, as my mum shouted at me.

She then went on to shout about how they’re all drug dealers there because they found a hypodermic needle in the baby changing room once. I tried to point out that that only meant some scummy drug user had been there, but she’d moved on to how all of the NG18 postal code was run by drug dealers, and it wasn’t safe for her to go outside any more.

This is where I gave up trying to talk to her and came to bed.

This whole thing is getting old, fast.