Tis (almost) the season to be poorly..

As I looked out of the window yesterday morning at the first frost on the cars, it yet again reminded me that the worst of the winter months are yet to come, along with the busiest and most exhausting times at work. The times I'll need all the strength I can get but will have my energy tested to the limit with bugs, germs and aching bones from the cold.

I long for a normal strong body to strive through the midst of long busy days, trudges through snow to work and the organisation if Christmas or alternatively to hibernate until at least February. Sadly, wishful thinking doesn't get me anywhere but down in the dumps, especially when at a time when you need all your positivity to wade through.
It's the time of year everyone starts to feel excited, cosy and looking forward to Christmas, but as predictable as the seasonal Aldi supermarket ads, I am exhausted with a raging rash that picks and chooses where it wants to appear, soaking up germs like a sponge and feel like daily life descends into a mere existence of work - food - bath - bed.  Because there is simply no energy for anything else.

It gets pretty boring, pretty depressing and pretty frustrating.  A bit like the rash on my thighs, ouch.  Try wearing jeans for work all day with this at the moment. ------------------------------------------------>

So today full of cold and snot, dizzy and out of breath I am taking a sick day, and as it's only the 2nd this year, I think that's pretty good going for the illness I have and the amount of medication I take.  I am currently trying my hardest not to feel guilty about it. It's simply self preservation after all.