(With apologies to Allie at Hyperbole and a Half)
I'll be completely honest with you - to a certain extent, everything is still a little bit hazy.
That's probably the lingering effects of the codeine.
I'm also a bit light-headed still, but a week without food (or coffee!) will do that to you, I'm told.
Still, at least I'm here. That's something.
It's not been a good week.
It started well. Sunday saw Imogen's cousins return to Australia to live here in Canberra after 17 years in Hong Kong. We met them at the airport, took them back to their temporary accomodation, cooked up a lovely BBQ lunch*, then took them to their new Canberra house for a walk around and to make plans for what to do before they move in. It was lovely. A nice family afternoon.
Little did I know that, while we were having such a nice time, this was happening in my mouth**:
By the time we got home from Min's cousins' house, I was feeling decidedly unwell. Headache. Niggling sore throat, and just utterly, utterly wiped out and exhausted. Toby went to bed at 6.30. I went to bed at 6.40.
By 6.00 am the following day, the situation had deteriorated significantly:
I called in work and cancelled. Min called up our local doctor and made an appointment. She took me in. The doctor looked down my throat for about two seconds and then made the following diagnosis:
That's about the last thing I can remember, to be honest. From that point on, I've been on heavy painkillers, and anti-biotics. For a while there on monday and tuesday my throat was so swollen that the only thing I could swallow was water, and even that hurt.
Wednesday I perked up a little bit as the antibiotics took effect. I think I only slept about 14 hours that day.
Yesterday I was a lot better, and today well enough to come into work for a little bit.
So that was my week. In the meantime, I've missed Toby's second birthday***, a valuable week of marking time, plus my writing student's annual 'Get Real' exhibition, which I'm quite upset about, plus god knows how many other things.
Still, it could be worse. And my mum and Dad are here for the weekend, which always helps when a boy is sick.
Have a good weekend all. Don't upset your tonsils...
* which, on reflection, I should have eaten a lot more of...
** Musings from an outer spiral arm proudly presents, for the first time anywhere on the interwebz: Loltonsils!
*** Technically I didn't miss it - I was there for it, just not entirely awake the whole time.