The children have had a day each off school this week due to getting a cold - in both cases a day of rest at home has been more than enough to get them recovered. Tony seems untouched.
I've been ill since Tuesday night, no improvement in sight, and as of this morning I've lost my voice. The children found that a lot funnier than I did.
One of my friends from work, who had a similar leukaemia to me several years earlier, told me that she still finds colds hit harder and take longer to recover from than before the cancer. So maybe it's not surprising. But so so tedious. And I keep having to talk down the bit of my brain that panics when I get breathless climbing the stairs, because honestly brain it's much more likely that I'm breathless because I have a stinking cold
than because the cancer has come back, and I wasn't breathless climbing the stairs before I caught this cold
It's not flu and I'm not running a temperature, I'm just bunged up and stupid and fed up.
Also posted at http://rmc28.dreamwidth.org/657033.html