Keeping me company

I hate being off work. I fret about the kids. I worry what colleagues will think of me.

But then I stand up and the room spins. And I stop worrying.

I am agonising at the moment - I know I am not fit to drive - nor can I concentrate. And I am assume that I will feel this way till the antibiotics finish, which is Friday. Realistically therefore, I won't be in work this week. Which is a git...and I have to think of myself I know that. You know how I feel - whinge whinge...but I do feel guilty.

Slept till 1, got up, took drugs (prescription anti-biotics before anyone wonders!), got on the sofa and dozed whilst watching Justin Timberlake videos (sad!) and other crap daytime TV (when did Neighbours move over to Channel 5?!?!) The ducks kept me company whilst Corin was at work!

The only other bit of excitement was Corin deciding to give Sparky a bath when he got home - Sparky came in mid afternoon and could no longer be described as a black and white cat - more a dirty grey and black cat. Corin got in the bath with him. The yowling from Sparky was intense, although I think the puddy-tat protested a tad too much - he didn't make any big moves to get out. He is now skulking in the living room looking like a drowned rat.