Today = DO NOT WANT!

I've not had a good day at all and I want a refund.

I took Tuesday and Wednesday off sick from work with a nasty cold/chest infection/man flu/whatever. I'd decided to go back to work today, but should have taken the hint when I woke up at 6.30 having had a pretty poor night's sleep. "Stop being a wimp!" I told myself and went to work. I felt weak, dizzy and generally rotten, but kept on going.

I got a lesson in how weak I was when I was doing a delivery to a pub and was moving a barrel in their cellar. I picked a barrel up and turned with it, stepped backwards...and missed my step. I collapsed onto my back with the barrel rolling up my chest towards my neck! It rolled all the air out of my lungs like a tube of toothpaste and bloody well frightened me. I managed to lever the barrel off my chest; gulp in some air and recover some semblance of stability. I should have taken the hint and gone home. Instead, I continued only to have the van's clutch give way on me and strand me in some one-horse village in the wilds of Northamptonshire. Eventually, I got back to base and went home...I can take a hint...even if it does need to be hammered into me repeatedly.

Have now had a bath, ibuprofen and a damn good moan to Sarah and Kate.

Today = DO NOT WANT!

I've not had a good day at all and I want a refund.

I took Tuesday and Wednesday off sick from work with a nasty cold/chest infection/man flu/whatever. I'd decided to go back to work today, but should have taken the hint when I woke up at 6.30 having had a pretty poor night's sleep. "Stop being a wimp!" I told myself and went to work. I felt weak, dizzy and generally rotten, but kept on going.

I got a lesson in how weak I was when I was doing a delivery to a pub and was moving a barrel in their cellar. I picked a barrel up and turned with it, stepped backwards...and missed my step. I collapsed onto my back with the barrel rolling up my chest towards my neck! It rolled all the air out of my lungs like a tube of toothpaste and bloody well frightened me. I managed to lever the barrel off my chest; gulp in some air and recover some semblance of stability. I should have taken the hint and gone home. Instead, I continued only to have the van's clutch give way on me and strand me in some one-horse village in the wilds of Northamptonshire. Eventually, I got back to base and went home...I can take a hint...even if it does need to be hammered into me repeatedly.

Have now had a bath, ibuprofen and a damn good moan to Sarah and Kate.