rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
The first week of school holidays; a big to-do list to get done at both home and work before Helsinki; in particular a big code push early on Tuesday morning.  I had a whole carefully worked-out schedule of when Tony and I would be at work and on leave and working from home and doing childcare runs.

Early on Monday morning, I woke up very suddenly and proceeded to have a very thorough stomach upset for much of the day.  My boss is the best boss, for taking over and sorting out my Tuesday work for me.  I had to reorganise the cleaner, and my routine bone marrow appointment due today (because taking a potential stomach bug into a ward of cancer patients is distinctly antisocial) and completely redo the who-is-home-when plan for the week.

But I was at least able to work today, and (fingers-crossed) I'll be back in the office tomorrow.

The most exciting thing this week has at least gone to plan so far.  My dad made a flying visit today to collect Nicholas for a long weekend at WOMAD. His first time away from home without a parent in tow; not his first time away from both parents though, and it should be a lot of fun for them both.  I look forward to hearing all about it on Monday.
rmc28: (bat-worry)
I've had a cough most of the week.  Monday I went to work, which in retrospect was a mistake and I should have worked from home. Tuesday I worked from home. Yesterday and today I am exhausted because I keep waking myself up coughing, and too tired to work, and today on top of everything else I keep wanting to burst into tears at the slightest obstacle. [personal profile] rydra_wong has a theory about cytokines and mood drops towards the end of colds/flu which is a) plausible and b) makes me hopeful that maybe I am towards the end.

AND Tony is ill too and even worse than me, so we're just about adding up to one functional adult when the children need us and otherwise ... not.

Also this morning my main bedroom light bulb died.  Hurrah, past-Tony stocked us up with spare bulbs.  But then I first of all knocked a load of dust off the light fitting onto the nice clean laundry folded on my bed, argh (yes my housekeeping is terrible), and then discovered the bayonet fitting is broken and the new bulb won't stay in it. I give up.  Bedside lights and the window are perfectly fine right?


rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
0.5 days of the new school year, before Charles was sent home with a stomach bug.
36 more hours before he can go back (fingers-crossed he seems to be over it now).
12 hours today before my own stomach settled enough to eat something resembling a meal.
1 OU assignment submitted, 6 days before the deadline.
5.5 days to go until the exam in the other module.
1 day before the websites for the next two modules open. 
14 days before Nico also starts school.



rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
I caught another dratted cough, probably from the child who was ill last week, and so far this week I've managed one half-day working from home (planned as a half day as part of the phased return), and two days completely off, because I had no brain for work.  Yesterday I reached the point where emotionally I feel like I will never be well again, this cough is going to last forever and I will never get anything done ever again. Intellectually I know this isn't true, and I have felt like this at some point every time I get a cough, and I always get better, and I even get things done!  But my emotions aren't listening ...

Also it's only a month since the last cough, and there was one at the end of December before that, and before that the cold that landed me back in hospital in November.  While I am grateful to actually have a functioning immune system again, it could clearly be a bit more robust.

Also also, once again it's OU assignment-work time, and I should be doing that and contributing to my tutor group discussion, but I have no brain :-(


rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
I've just been ill, and busy, and ill some more.  Did you know that it's entirely typical for coughs to last up to three weeks? Well now I do.

Studying is mostly progressing in bitesize chunks; I've missed a few days while ill, but also picked up once my brain came back, so that's passed the first test of "is this really sustainable?".

My colleague's funeral had a very gratifying turnout; the funeral service itself focused heavily on the afterlife I don't believe in, but I drew a lot of comfort from fellow attendees, and exchanging stories at the wake.   Her family very kindly let me pick out some of her things from the flat they were clearing out.  I focused on books on topics we had in common and came away with more than I would have expected: I was amused when one of the business texts I'd picked out was referenced in my studying a few days later.  Now I just have to find time to read it before finishing the course.

Running is on hold until I stop coughing, which cannot happen soon enough.  Also I missed the 20th anniversary alt.fan.pratchett meet / Pratchett wake, but at least Tony and Charles got to go.

Eastercon is imminent; my mother-in-law arrived tonight and Tony and I will leave the children from Friday morning to Monday evening.  I've not even been away from Nico overnight yet; I have been away from Charles a few times for the length of a conference, but Tony was with him for all of them.  I am nervous and excited and hoping it all works out well.  Mobile phones make the prospect a lot more bearable.

rmc28: (destructive)
I've spent most of the last week doing the sort of thing that, if it were being done by one of my colleagues, would have me telling them fairly bluntly to Stop And Go Home.  That is:
  • coming back from sick leave too soon
  • dragging round the office looking and feeling awful
  • getting stuff done but not really enough/good enough to justify being in the office rather than at home
  • coughing, omg the coughing, I am driving myself mad with the coughing never mind the rest of the office
I conclude that not only is my ability to function impaired, that includes my ability to judge my ability to function.  Today I kept just-one-more-thinging myself from lunchtime to hometime when I should have been going home already.

The Lesson Identified from copious empirical experience is if I feel borderline, stay home. Yes, even if there is important stuff to do.  Yes, even that. Stay Home.

Maybe one day it will become a Lesson Learned.

rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
Nico got sent home from nursery on Wednesday with a dodgy tum; Tony & I succumbed Thursday night and are nearly better now; Charles & Jonny just succumbed.  We are scrupulously observing the 48-hour rule before being social/going back to work/childcare.

I have been especially grateful for the new tumble-dryer as lots of bedding needed changing several times in close succession.  Only the waterproof undersheets can't go in it; Tony hung one of them on the line in yesterday's sunshine but forgot to bring it in before the night's rain.  There seems no point in bringing it in until the rain has stopped now.

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