I managed to get through the whole of the winter without getting a cold and then it turns March, and I'm hit by a bug. I'm woozy of head, hot of forehead and sore of throat.
Yesterday, my throat was so sore, I was convinced it was my tonsils. Which is strange because I had them removed when I was five. It involved a few nights in hospital and I remember my grandfather visiting me and us eating ice cream together.
I thought removing them was meant to cut down the throat infection thing, but yesterday, I swear they were hurting. So either I'm a medical curiosity, born with two sets of tonsils and they left one pair in. Or I can still feel pain in them like war veterans can still feel pain in amputated limbs.
More likely, it was just a regular sore throat and having escaped a winter cold, I've just forgotten how sore it can be.
So I'm at home today on the OH's orders. I hope I'm well enough to return to work tomorrow - not that I have any great love of the place, but if I see another advert for a stairlift I might just buy one.