A Lesson in Humility

We've all heard the saying that when you don't listen to your body it will punish you by pulling the emergency brake whether this be at a convenient time or not. Well, I'm essentially a (semi-proud) card-carrying member of of the "pulling through" and "let's just pretend everything is fine and carry on" school of denial, but the pace and programme of this past weekend (that I had several lovely things planned for including two birthday celebrations) was 100% dictated by some killer flu bag that rendered me incapable of doing much else than vegetate either on the sofa or in the bed. Boring and unproductive af, but much needed apparently. I can't remember the last time I had a cold of some sort when I didn't still feel energetic enough to work (at home, of course) do household chores and everything else where I wouldn't pass on my bugs to anyone else. This time, not so much and I had symptoms that I last remember having as a child (hello, aching joints and...ear-ache?!). In comparison, three Covid-19 infections combined were a walk in the park and if I had a mortal enemy, I'd wish this thing upon them to strike them down.