notes from my sofa

1.  I am still poorly.  The antibiotics did their job to a certain extent but by this past weekend I was still coughing, feverish and now starting to get wheezy so instead of going to work on Monday morning, I had to go back to the GP.  He listened to my chest with growing concern, prescribed a course of steroids and an inhaler, signed me off work for another week and sent me off to the local hospital to have a blood test.

2.  Yesterday, four doses steroids under my belt and I was feeling a whole lot better.  So much so, in fact, that I went out in the afternoon and met a friend* for coffee and I decided to go back to work on Thursday.

3.  Today I am nauseated and completely exhausted.  The mere act of having a shower sent me back to lie on the bed for half an hour to recover.  Worse still, it made me read the patient information sheet inside the box of drugs (something I never do).  Yep - nausea, vomiting and fatigue are among the common recognised side effects of this particular drug.  Maybe I won't be going back to work tomorrow after all...

4.  One of the advantages of being off sick is that you get to watch bad daytime tv.  My tv reception vanished yesterday and has still to return.  Apparently it's something to do with the satellite feed to the whole building and they will mend it when they mend it.  I'm not normally a tv addict but being sick for almost a fortnight means that I have been watching a whole host of cookery and DIY shows and, dammit, I need my fix!

5.  On the other hand - catch-up tv on my laptop is a godsend!

6.  *Ahem. A friend for coffee.  It wasn't a friend, exactly, it was S.  As he works weekends, he doesn't work Mondays and Tuesdays and yesterday he was doing a particular London walk (the weather is amazing, totally un-London-like and actually could be said to be a little too hot) which ends about 10 minutes away from where I live.  As we had been in contact during the past week, he knew I was home and suggested, if I felt up to it, we gave date #2 another try.  I was feeling so much better that I said yes, and I am very glad that I did, even if it did leave me completely shattered by the time I got home.  Gentle reader, S is intelligent, funny, kind and I think he likes me.  I'm not good at reading signs but he said "Illanare, I really like you" so that was my first clue.  Second clue was asking if I would like to see him again, because he really wanted to see me again. So we have agreed on a date next Monday as I am on annual leave next week (and I am now casting my eyes up to the universe and asking the dating gods to pretty please make me recovered fully by Monday).

7.  I appear to be dating again.  It is very, very strange.

8.  I am now going to find another cookery show online and try to stop obsessing about what to wear on Monday...