ill and in denial

I. Am. Sick.

I didn't realise this till abotu 6pm tonight, which would be perfectly fine, until I tell you that I've actually been sick since Tuesday.

I woke up on Tuesday with a sore throat and thought nothing of it (too much MSG in my dinner)
Then of course I nearly bit someone's head off because of my (what I thought) caffeine addiction.

Wed had a sore throat, nose started running. I thought it was from the cold winds. My body was sore, thought it was too much gymming.

Thu, I woke up with a body ache, sore throat, which disappeared later in the day. (Gym and/or slept in the wrong position, sore throat caused by sinus runny nose)

Then I turned up at work, made sure I had my coffee...but the headache and ill temper started again. Had 2 advils (I normally only take one)...head still hurt.

Then I sliced my finger on something I don't even remember- either a knife or the orders list. Wouldn't stop bleeding, had to stop work for 5 min to bandage myself. Proceeded to slice finger on other hand.

The penny dropped. Something....is....not right?

Then I dropped food. HMMMM. (wastage sheet says: Myst. Klutz Supreme)

Head wouldn't stop. Started feeling hot and cold. Got so desperate I rang Gerri up to ask her to close for me, and I hightailed home.

And here I am, with little men playing jumping castles in my head.

I'm going to sleep as soon as I cook dinner.

Listening to: Xavier Naidoo- Wo willst du hin