Saturday, 17 January 2009
I had a long conversation with the practice nurse at my GP's surgery. She tells me that I have had a viral infection, and a bacterial superinfection; I am not in danger of getting pneumonia or anything worse, but I must drink plenty of fluids, and not so much coffee and alcohol.
I am not infectious at this stage, so I can work and have meetings with people, but be aware that I am weak and still recovering, and can expect to be very tired for a while yet.
I'm reassured that I don't have a dreadful rare tropical Bruce Chatwin disease, and Sigourney Weaver is not about to burst out of my chest. It's the tiredness I don't like.
I struggle with tiredness, and always have done. I feel like a small boy who wants his daddy.