Sick of being sick!

I've been a no-show around here for a couple of days because I'm sick of talking about being sick, I'm sick of thinking about being sick and feeling so crap.

Quite frankly I'm over it and I didn't want to torture you all with my whining. Any time this 'sick' is ready to take a walk, I'm happy to let it go.

Tonight I'm feeling a little more on the normal side. I went back to the doctors last night because the cough is that bad that I haven't been sleeping and yesterday my voice started disappearing. He's put me on antibiotics. My family aren't complaining about me not being able to talk mind you.

So my flu has morphed into bronchitis, I'm surviving on a cocktail of cough medicine, pain relief and sleeping upright on the lounge to get a few moments of sleep each night. I have a nap each afternoon when I walk in the door from work to keep me going.

On to more interesting things, we did our site visit to the new building today. It's all a little exciting and daunting. The contrast between the old, rundown falling apart building and the new, state of the art building is fairly extreme.

We have new security swipe cards to allow us to access the carpark, move between floors in the building and also use the printers. Basically if we lose our security cards we may as well stay home. That's going to take a bit of getting used to, a lot of getting used to actually. Our little iconic Australian company has finally moved into the 21st century.

Tomorrow is going to be kicked back a notch, final packing of the old building and then wrapping up the work day at lunchtime for a 'farewell the old building' lunch. A quiet, half day will be welcome and then a weekend of rest and recovery. I'm doing everything in my power to get back to healthy.

Mum and Dad are meant to be down from Renmark Monday night and staying with us. They have to take care of some business in the city and also want to meet their new great grandchild. I'm also extremely conscious of not wanting to make them sick, so I'll have to see how we go.

Today is day 10 of no smoking and I've had 2 or 3 coffees since I first fell sick. Can't believe how disgusting coffee tastes and smells at the moment. I think that's the problem, no nicotine or caffeine and my body has gone into shock. I live with hope that I'll be absolutely awesome when I finally beat all this rubbish.

This is my one in ten year illness - because I absolutely do not get sick, I just don't have the time or energy to be sick and usually I can keep ahead of all the nasty bugs. How bloody frustrating is being sick?

Cheers, Fi