A weird week

I’m still off work, and still not feeling great. It’s really hard to describe, but it feels sort of like goldfish are swimming around inside my head. And they’re swimming through really thick sludge that is also hot. It still hurts to breathe and my shoulders in particular are very achey. All in all, a poor show physically from The Body of The Rory.
Philippa wants me to go and see a doctor to check if I need antibiotics, (or she might have said antipsychotics which might be more appropriate, if I’m honest.) I’d rather wait a couple of days and see if it clears up nicely on its own. I’ve had a chest infection before and as unpleasant as this thing is, its nowhere near the horror of coughing up pints of green slime every day and hallucinating about vampire badgers while being unable to breathe in without feeling like the cast of Rampage is sitting on your chest. So I don’t think antibiotics are needed, or would help. You would think Philippa would be used to the annoyance of people unnecessarily pestering GP surgeries and not want to suggest it, but there we are. Each to their own.
I have to say, I am missing work, which feels really pleasant. In the past, I would have welcomed the chance to stay home on the sofa at the request of my boss, but with this job, it actually feels annoying to be away. I’m taking that as a sign that I made the right decision back in December (was it December??) I am looking forward to going back on Monday, and looking forward to being able to blog without my fingers feeling like they belong to someone else, and without it feeling like a monumental mental effort just to think of a couple of paragraphs to write.
Apologies for any errors – I am feeling crappy (but not Covid-y, apparently).

RC 11-8-21