Alice had a wonderful Christmas; halls were decked and holly was bowed, drinks were drunk and food was feasted upon and games were glorified in. Fun was had by all and I even got a present (perfume. Squidgum didn't want Aunty Alice to be left out).
Then; it started. A sore throat to begin with, then aching joints, then a cough. Just a cold, I thought carelessly; no problem. Just ignore it, keep working and in a few days it'll go away as though it had never been.
=hollow laugh=
Except it wasn't, and it didn't. By New Years Eve my voice had gone, my cough was leaving me throbbing all over and light headed and my nose was taking it in turns to block or run. By New Years Day I struggled into work after about four hours worth of broken sleep and just about managed to crawl through the shift until finally admitting defeat and sinking into a chair after a yet another particularly nasty coughing fit half an hour before it was due to finish. Then later that day, as mother served up some nice pasta, my cough graduated from so-bad-that-it-hurts-and-makes-me-faint to so-bad-it-hurts-and-makes-me-faint-and-also-vomit-copiously. Yeah. Lovely, I know.
That was at 6-PM yesterday evening, and the moment that I knew I couldn't cope any longer. Ten minutes later I sent a message to both Supervisor and Area Manager explaining the situation. They were already horrendously short staffed, but it couldn't be helped: it was either give in then or show up, cough till I threw up and then be sent home again. Thankfully they understood.
So, this next morning I whispered my way through an appointment at the doctors; turns out I do not have a cold. I have a chest infection that has been steadily getting worse for over a week. The end result is strong medication, three days away from work (thankfully only two of them are days I would work anyway) and a hole in my bank balance of £75.72 for the lost days at work plus £23.55 for the three prescriptions that I have been assured will make me feel at least a little better within 24 hours.
Watch this space. We'll see.
Meantime. I feel rotten.
Alice x
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