I am really getting fed up with being ill and having to take time off work. First of all, I enjoy my job and like to be busy at it. Secondly, and more importantly, I am obviously losing ground with my health issues.
In the past twelve months, I have had 17 days sick leave. It's bad enough to flag me up on the uni system as a persistent unwell person. This is not good, but, it also flags me up on my own personal system as having been sick for 17 days when I was not functioning properly. This is worrying. I seem to be getting bad colds on a regular basis and, with my medication problems, I am unable to relieve the symptoms.
I spent my latest enforced absence sleeping a lot, it seems to be the only thing that helps, and planning the work on the covered yard area. By Sunday, I was well enough to nip out to Wickes and pick up a couple of plumbing joints and then fit an enclosed outlet from the sink and dishwasher instead of the old, constantly overflowing, surface one. My final effort before collapsing into an armchair was to dig out the power washer in readiness for an attack on the old wall.
At that point, after a nap, I watched some excellent TV. The Sunday Prom on BBC4 featured Percy Graingers music and finished with a clog dance and immediately after was the documentary about the Flash Mob clog dancers in Newcastle which I missed the first time around. Then, over to BBC HD for a re-run of Glorious 39 a very dark conspiracy story set amongst an aristocratic family just before the second world war. And so to bed.
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