Ailing

I came home early from work today. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before, certainly not since I’ve been a manager. I was just losing it, to be honest. Lack of food does weird things to your head. I couldn’t concentrate, or focus, I kept spacing out for 30 seconds at a time and I’m not sure but I think I may have actually passed out at one point. At lunchtime I wandered over to the store to get some Berocca or Lucozade or something and the three different people I spoke to all told me I looked awful. I kept sipping water but I was just feeling hotter, weaker and dizzier as the day went on. So I gave in just after 3pm and called the duty manager at the supermarket to send someone over to cover for me and I (riskily) drove home.
I don’t know what’s going on. I haven’t been sick, or had the squits; I don’t have a cold or a cough or any major aches and pains. I just feel like someone’s unplugged me from the power grid and I’m slowly being drained.
Philippa came in from work and instantly had a go at me for not arranging to see a doctor, or at least speak to a nurse at the surgery. I said I’d call in the morning if I felt worse and she said “It’s the weekend, you twat, they won’t be there.” Then she melodramatically threw her hands in the air before storming off for a shower. I’m not sure if she was being supportive, concerned or annoyed so I just gave up and thought I’d lay on the sofa and sweat it out for a bit….

RC 16-3-18