I didn't feel 100% on last Wednesday's club run but didn't think much of it, blaming it on a hard road run on the previous Monday and the wet ground. By Friday, the day we drove over to Suffolk, I felt terrible and as I think I blogged before I was dreadful on Friday night. I've not really got any better since if the truth be known!
My heart is racing, I keep breaking out in feverish sweats or more alarmingly, cold sweats, I feel weak and lethargic and I have zero appetite for food. There are no cold symptoms but I have a classic case of flu I think. Thankfully we have some data to process for work which can be done at home, which has meant I haven't had to go further than the dustbin since Sunday. Also Stef is away with work so she hasn't had to put up with my moaning
There might just be a chink of light in that I didn't wake up in a sweat sodden bed this morning and I feel marginally better. I've already missed Monday's full moon headtorcher and guess there's little chance of getting out tonight but hopefully I might be able to get out to play at the weekend!