Where I wage germ warfare

I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a room screaming "I've been hurt, look after me!" and everyone is looking the other way. Anyway. I guess I'm mostly back on my feet, and I feel somewhat triumphant that I have overcome one of my "living alone" fears - that I will get sick and not be able to cope. It was horrible, I grant you, but I got over it just fine. I think I will have zero sympathy for anyone who dares to snivel at me that they feel down or depressed or sick. I don't care. If I can do it, I don't see why I should bother making anyone else tea.

On a more serious note, I haven't been that sick for that long for a while. It wasn't fun, let's not do that again.

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I'm going back in to work tomorrow. Not entirely sure if I'm up to being upright for that long, but we shall see. I head off to Zambia in just over a week, so I need to be fully recovered for that.