Not about a lack of skill and below average performance (as is the norm for me) but the poorly as in, not well.
I’ve had a real gut kicking, head kicking cold.
Complete with trees coming from the mush (both sides), blocked ears (that pop at random in between piercing headaches), moving into a chesty cough that caused wheezing just when trying to take a breath, leaving coughing fits that almost induced vomit (whilst ripping the inside of my throat out)
It took ever effort to calm down and stop the fits, which in turn, led to sharp pains in the ribcage, back and arse cheek.
The piss-de-resistance came when the lull after three days of leaking came, hitting me with cold shivers/burning hot temperatures, combined with red hot shivers/sweating like a bucket.
I made what I thought was a gallant attempt to return to work, figuring I could keep my distance from the gang and ease back into graft, I lasted barely an hour, before I was sent home for basically, “Looking like shit!”
The poorly I know nowadays, is relatively the same poorly I have always had.
I don’t do remedies and try to keep the pill popping to a minimum, limited to a couple of pain killers every 4 hours.
The reason for this masochism is that I’ve always thought that it’s important for the body to get stuff out naturally.
There must be a reason why so much gunk comes out of the nose?
Drying it all up with some new fangalled remedy can’t be healthy in the long run!
So after five long days of severe aches, gradually, as if by magic, the poorly fog starts to lift (finally), fingers crossed a decent nights kip and some form of return to graft tomorrow at last.
As per, this whole rigmarole is not the aim of this blog.
Are you allowed to be sick in your gaff?
Through five days of kipping in bed (mostly) and on the settee (occasionally) I’ve been woke up no fewer than eight times.
I’ve been called lazy (twice), I’ve had to listen to the sander going off, had the bedroom lights turned on (picture a stadium at night, bright) in the middle of my rest, so as to take photographs of the room!
Is this the norm?
Are people allowed to be poorly?
Do you still get your head down with the windows open and only come up for air when there’s a bowl of chicken soup available?
Have I recovered? We’ll see tomorrow. (I’m 85% there I think).