Guess Who's Back...?

Back at work after a week on my sickbed, though in an ideal world I could have done with more time to recuperate. But like a lot of people, I feel bad when I'm off work ill, leaving my colleagues in the lurch with my nightmares when they've got plenty of their own to deal with. Add to that the fact that you can only self-certify for 5 days, after which you need a doctor's note... but, if you call the doctor right now, their first question is "have you got flu symptoms?" and if you answer yes - or even maybe - they don't want you anywhere near, just push you onto the national plague helpline to sign up for tamiflu and book a place in the mortuary.

For the record, I don't think I've had swine flu. I think I've had a seriously heavy cold that left me achy and weak and light-headed and unfit for work... but not as desperately, sweatingly bedridden as on the two occasions I've had proper flu in the past. However, as 33% of people who get swine flu won't even know they've had it, I suppose it's also quite possible I may just have had a milder, non-lethal version of it... but I'll probably never know.

Anyway, back at work, still feeling like death warmed up, but crawling on through till the end of the day.

Normal blog-service will be resumed shortly...