I had a two-hour afternoon power nap and then some food and it's done me the world of good! Temperature has dropped, the headache has all but gone, and that weird fogginess around my brain seems to have lifted somewhat too!
So, I feel well enough to finally tell you about the NICE part of the past 7 days or so!
We had a lovely afternoon mini-party at work on Wednesday (can't believe that was a week ago now!). Gavin gave me a £50 'birthday meal bonus' so I could take Philippa out sometime. A lovely gesture, and apparently it's an annual thing for everyone on their birthday, so it must cost him a few quid over the course of a year. I also got some lovely cards from my colleagues and a really decent bottle of wine. (Worth pointing out at this point that the most I ever got from my previous employer was an e-mail that was automatically generated by the computer at Head Office based on the information in my Employee File).
On Thursday Philippa and I had a nice walk on the beach, followed by my ill-advised, pre-planned North Sea Plunge. I'm glad I saw it through, but the least said about the temperature of the water and its effects on my body, the better. Let's just say that when the Covid started kicking in at the weekend I just assumed I'd frozen my innards on Thursday to such an extent that my body was starting to shut down in response to the internal damage.
Friday brought about a very relaxing time at a nice hotel with Philippa. We ate, we drank, we spa'd (if that's the right phrase) and we enjoyed the comforts of a very impressive and very ornate four-poster bed. I have no idea why sleep is improved by virtue of having every corner of your mattress resting against an upwards-pointing wooden pillar, but it is. Maybe it makes us feel regal, or reminds us of old pictures from history lessons in which important people were always enclosed behind curtains while they slept, or both. Anyway, I awoke on Saturday feeling remarkably refreshed and full of good health. Little did I know.....
The afternoon was spent with a combination of first Philippa's parents, and then Hannah and Nathan. We binned the cinema idea in the end (ironically enough, because none of us felt completely comfortable with being stuck in an enclosed space on a busy weekend with Covid numbers being what they are!) so we met for a walk and a play at a park with Mathew instead, and then they came back to ours for an evening takeaway. Indian, at my request.
And the real Birthday Bonus was that I had made a mistake when I looked at the NFL fixtures last week, and the 49ers play-off game was at 1.15am Sunday morning, not Monday morning, so I could sit up and watch it without worrying about being over-tired at work. Not that it would have mattered, because I ended up staying at home Monday anyway, but it cheered me up to know that I was free to watch my team without feeling unprofessional, and they WON again, which tied a nice bow onto the whole Rory 38th Birthday Experience...
And then I woke up hours later with a burning throat and sore chest, but you know about that already.
RC 26-1-22
2045 GMT
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