My sore throat and cough has developed into a cold, fever, aches and pains, and even upset stomach. I am “bummed” as they say in America. It has been a day where ordinarily I would have been at home in bed upon feeling like this, but I’ve forced myself out to all the talks. I didn’t come all this way just to miss them all.
I am particularly concerned about giving my own talk tomorrow and I can only hope the fever will have passed.
I have been taking some pretty powerful sudafed stuff which helps with the cold and cough symptoms. But I fear it may be responsible for the dodgy stomach, so I’m back to plain paracetamol. I’ve managed to eat though so it can’t be that bad.
Other than that, what a relief it is to have my own room at last. I didn’t really realise how much I’d missed that.
Last night when we arrived I got talking with some people over dinner about work. The nice thing about being at a small, specialised meeting is that you don’t have to work too hard to understand each other. Today I have barely spoken to anyone since I am feeling so rotten. Talking to people was one of my main objectives in coming here so I am pretty gutted about it.