As I write this, I’m on a second day of sick leave from work. I’ve been ill with what we think is gastroenteritis, probably picked up from a birthday party on Saturday, seeing as how I’m not the only person who has fallen ill afterwards. Christine is also off today, but so far Lizzie seems to be fine, which is a relief.
I’m better today – yesterday I barely got out of bed – but until this morning I hadn’t been able to keep any food down. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I won’t see my breakfast again.
I’m rarely ill enough to have to take time off work. It’s certainly the first time I’ve had to phone in sick in 18 months, and the first time in a very long time that I’ve been off for more than a day. There have been times when I’ve dragged myself to work when I’ve not felt 100% – commuting by train means I can still get to work even if I’m not fit to drive. This time, there was no way I would’ve been able to work; as well as headaches and fever, until yesterday my stomach was forcing my to go to the toilet every few hours.
If all goes well and I manage to keep all of today’s food down, I’ll be back at work tomorrow. I’ve triaged my work inbox to clear anything urgent, or advise colleagues that I’ll be a bit late in completing tasks. Fortunately, we’re not in a very busy period right now and I’m only missing one meeting today.
Whilst being ill is miserable, at least I get a bit more time to myself, and I’m lucky that it hasn’t been more serious.