Beat. Aching bones, quivering flesh, blocked sinuses and dry, reddened skin, all combining to make me feel about 100.
Yes, the winter flu, which I usually avoid or shake off in a day, has hit me hard. 3pm and I’m barely an hour out of bed, with a few flights of stairs giving me heart palpitations.
It’s significant that in the last three months I’ve had more coughs and colds than in the previous ten years. Diving straight into two jobs scant hours after handing in my MBA dissertation, and that after a solid year of effort, must have weakened me somehow, immune system shot to hell and back. That’s my resolution for 2009 then: return myself to full ass-kicking health. Much more of this, and I’m in danger of descending to the level of a normal person.