At work I can't teach properly because I can't project my voice across the classroom. Each lesson is an endurance test as just disciplining pupils takes all my breath and then I cough and cough. I can't take time off because, even though I've now finished all my subject reports, I have two classes to prepare for exams in January and this week my form's reports are due. And report deadlines wait for no man. Also, everyone is so busy/tired/stressed at work at the moment I would be deeply unpopular if I was selfish enough to take time off and they had to cover my lessons. (My school doesn't get supply teachers in to cover, we have to cover each other).
Also, I can't sing, which is just my favourite thing. I can't even sing around the house, or sing daughter her lullabies. I haven't been to rehearsals for three weeks and I'm going to have to pull out of this week's concert and I love Christmas concerts. I've missed so many rehearsals and concerts through illness in the last year that I'm beginning to feel guilty about taking up a place in the Manchester Chorale.
And I can't even read bedtime stories to Izzy. We are now working our way through her books on CD so that someone else reads the story while I turn the pages. How sad is that?
And I've started having my recurring nightmare again. The one I've had from being a child. The one about being smothered by a giant duvet. What's that about?
Anyway, I am sooooooooo fed up I had to get it off my chest.
Now will this infection just get off as well?