Slacking.. well not quite

Apologies all I have left you alone for more than a day, but I do have my reasons. Like I said in an earlier post I had a manic weekend. Well I really did start my birthday off on Sunday. And a good job I did to as you will read.

Sunday was set aside for catching up with people and in one case pre birthday lunch. That went gloriously well and I got to spend an afternoon in the garden of a country pub, as the weather held nicely. It was only ended by the chill of autumn late afternoon, but by then I was starting to feel tired anyway as it had been a long day. My friend came armed with the best birthday present, tickets to my favourite event of the year, so I can get away the weekend before the dreaded scan results. A present I can't say thank you enough for.

I knew I would be tired today, although I didn't think I would have to turn the air a rich shade of blue just to sit upright. But there was only one thing on today's agenda, the annual dreaded flu jab. Dreaded because some years I react to it, but for me it is mandatory as I have chronic illness and also have had swine flu. Unlike most other illnesses swine flu is like flu normal and mutates annually so if you had it once you are prone to the next time round. I don't care about the reaction as I so don't want that back, it took me 3 weeks to be able to eat with out medication to make me eat. So whilst I was dragging my sorry tail out of bed inch by inch, mum ran round to collect an old friend whom we usually take with us for the annual stabbing. 2 hours later mum returns, friend has already had the jab as she was at the surgery a week ago so they did that at the same time, but she still sent my annual birthday gift which I have put away towards something special.

It took all morning for me to get upright and to the car and we went to the surgery in time for the circus that is called parking at the surgery. Once we managed a 27 point turn ( I joke you not I counted) I crawl/hopped into the surgery to wait my turn. Now because I was having such a rough day mum was going to take me into her appointment and they do both of us at once, so the moment she was called I started the crawl. Nice idea my own doctor had called me and steered me into her room. Jab done I went to escape till I was told other wise, I apparently am high risk for pneumonia and there is a jab for that so guess what happened? Yup a jab in the other arm for that so the risk of chest and ear infections is reduced. Fair enough if it reduces the the risk, until she said as I left, "oh you will feel ill for the next 48 hours or so from that." Wonderful! Did she not check what tomorrow is? Obviously not, cause I am now laying in bed feeling very sorry for my self. The pain in my back has now grown to all over my body, my face and body are burning but my hands and feet are like ice, and I don't want to eat.

So tomorrow looks like it won't be a birthday, but a duvet day, apart from the mandatory shopping trip for bread and milk I have to go on. Turning 40 isn't going to be some glorious party more than a whimpering tea light, with tissues and paracetamol I feel.