On the up/mend/loo-no-more

I’m much better today, thank you. My arse feels like I’ve been wiping it with a cheese-grater, but apart from that my body is slowly getting back to normal. Bugs are awful aren’t they? I’m sure they were never this bad when I was younger. I can remember having two days off school with the rancid shitdribbles and then being able to run around the village within hours of my last expulsion. Now I’m in my thirties I seem to take a lot longer to recover. Days after being ill I’ll still be feeling like someone’s taken a baseball bat to my joints and I’ll crawl into bed before dusk. 
Thankfully the supermarket policy on staff quarantining is quite strict, so I wasn’t allowed back to work today as I’m still within that “48-hour Danger Period.”
So apart from a couple of reports they kindly e-mailled to home for me to write up properly, it’s been a day of Wii action and DVD enjoyment. That, and trying to get the awful smell of illness out of the bedroom. I tried to persuade Philippa to do it for me, saying I was far too weak to be indulging in housework, but she kindly said ‘no’ and if I hadn’t done it by the time she got in from work she’d divorce me.  

RC 2-6-16