I had two job interviews to conduct today. I croaked my way through them. The team was also trying to resolve an evil problem. We diagnosed things through and got very little in the way of eureka moments. The cold was getting all the more overpowering by the minute and at just after 4pm, I gave up and went home.
I had a plan. I would watch some TV and then try to sleep as long as possible. I was successful. I watched two episodes of Garth Marenghi's Dark Place and then the exhaustion and illness overcame me and I passed out. I had some moments of near consciousness where I perceived myself as a combination of a temperature and a heart beat. I also had some being-awake time at around 9pm where I managed to go and get some home made soup and listen to a documentary on Humphrey Lyttelton, after which I watched my third episode of Dark Place and then passed out again for nearly a further 12 hours.
I'm rubbish when I'm ill.
In reality, I haven't time to be ill. There's a gig tomorrow night, which I guess will have to be cancelled if I'm not well enough to do it. Then there's the weekend in which I'm supposed to be doing a gig on the Friday night and then driving up to Scotland in order to do a long weekend's hard landscaping. It's when I'm a little physically weakened and I look at the stuff I get up to in life that I realise how much I actually do.
Still, recovery time is worth taking if I'm ill and I'm sure things will improve.