At least that’s true most of the time and it usually means that when I do I tend to fall in a heap. I got through the entire first 13 months at my current job without taking any sick leave but on Monday night last week started to get a bit of a dry cough. That night I went down hill and although I got up to go to work I ended up going back to bed. Same thing Wednesday and come Thursday morning I decided I’d go to the doctors.
I was in the surgery for around a minute I reckon. He held the stethscope to my chest in three places and asked me to cough, he stuck a depressor down my throat and then said.
“You are not well. I feel you have a virus and you should go home and spend the next three days in bed. If you are no better on Sunday, come back and ask for Dr Alex.”
Come Sunday I was feeling better and Monday I went back to work only to find that I coughed and spluttered all day and lost my voice. In the end the boss told me not to come in on Tuesday, so I didn’t. So what is the illness – I don’t know, I have had the symptoms of swine flu, but the doctor never told me that was what it was. All I know is that I was not myself. Some might say it was man flu, but I can tell you I was genuinely incapable of working for the best part of a week.
