I hate being sick. I hate knowing that I need to sit down and rest, and miss out on doing fun things. I hate having to constantly blow my nose. I hate having coughing fits and then vomiting because I couldn’t stop coughing.

I’ve had a cold for a few weeks now. It started going away towards the end of last week with just a cough remaining (albeit quite a bad cough), but then on Friday night it came back with a vengeance. Saturday it hit full force, and I survived my girl’s weekend (post forthcoming) by downing copious amounts of berocca as well as falling asleep in the car and not telling the girls which turnoff to take off the highway I actually threw up a few times from my coughing, and after I nearly did it again at the office today I conceded defeat and visited the doctor.

When I arrived it turned out that I couldn’t get in without an appointment (it used to be walk in only), so made an appointment for just over 3 hours time then returned home. Fifteen mins later I passed out in bed for a solid 2.5 hours, thankfully having set my alarm to make sure I got up in time for the appointment.

After visiting the doc it turns out I have a bacterial infection, possibly bronchitis. My reward is a lot of tablets to be taken, followed by a repeat prescription and more tablets, along with the luxury of working from home for the next few days. I can see my energy levels are terrible at the moment, but that could also be a result of a few late nights in a row.

So, since I hate being sick so much I will completely give in and admit that I can’t get through this by just riding it out. I’ll religiously take my tablets and hope for a speedy recovery, since I’m meant to be training for the city 2 surf, a 14km event that’s only 3 weekends away! I can already tell I’m going to be hurting.

Stupid sickness. Hmph.

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