When I said I was going to spend 90 minutes a day on me, I didn't plan to be feeling so poorly my husband thought I had Swine Flu!!
I started feeling rough yesterday morning, achey joints, sore throat, vomiting and going hot and cold. By last night I was off my feet. I was sent home early from work, got in to my jammies and curled up on the sofa drifting in and out of sleep. My darling came home with two litres of orange juice and a thermometer. He was convinced I had Swine Flu and was determined to prove it. I didn't have a temperature and I reminded him I have had both Flu jabs so it is not Swine flu. He made sure I drank orange juice and took paracetamol and made me as comfy as he could. I went to bed ans slept on and off for a few hours.
I dragged myself into work this morning, armed with my juice and parrots. There was no way I could have rang in sick as there is a three day intensive training course going on and not enough of us to cover for sickness. I muddled through and when I got home this evening have done the same thing as last night, jammies, juice, sofa. Got no appetite but could kill for some ice cream to sooth this throat of mine.
So two days into my plan the 90 minute plan is concentrated on me and the sofa....
Not what I had in mind :o(
Food = Ok
Mood = Miserable