By 3pm I could feel my glands swelling, my throat was dry and scratchy, and my head was muzzy. Thankfully I wasn't working after school, and J-cub fell asleep in the car on the way home. I transferred him (still asleep) into his cot, came down and took some paracetemol, and fell asleep on the lounge floor.
After a looonnnng evening with J-cub (we didn't wake til 6pm so bedtime wasn't on the menu for several more hours), I dosed myself up again and went to sleep for one of those thrashing around, hot then cold, weird dreamy type nights which mean I'm going to wake up feeling like I haven't slept at all. Which is precisely what happened.
I woke with a fever, barely able to swallow, and a pounding headache. This lasted around 12 hours, until evening came and I started to feel normal again.
This morning, I woke up feeling a bit hayfevery, a bit back-achey, and a bit sleepy, which is pretty much par-for-the-course. So my blog-worthy achievement of the day is kicking my bastard Summer Holiday flu on the head in less than 36 hours. Take that, holiday-ruining-illness!
Now I promise* not to moan about illness for the next 7 weeks.
*I retain the right to withdraw this promise.