Illness Strikes

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Oh dear, I have been ill with tonsillitis. Something of a surprise, as I hadn't had even the slightest hint of a sniffle since finishing work in June 2014 but I suppose it had to happen one day. 

 You know what though? I have discovered that being ill can be a lot worse, as was the case in my previous life when I still dragged myself out of the house to fulfil commitments at work. These past few days I have simply taken it easy.

  There’s nothing I now do in retirement that can’t wait for another day. Guess what, taking it easy has aided a speedy recovery  too. I'm not sure why I have reached this stage of my life without previously discovering that.

Comments

Stephanie Jane said…
Sorry to discover you have been under the weather. Hope your speedy recovery is now complete? If not yet, I completely agree with the 'taking it easy' approach!
10 November 2015 at 15:32
Debra Journet said…
Oh, hope you're feeling better. Snuggle in with a good book and hot tea with honey. Bourbon on it wouldn't hurt either.
11 November 2015 at 00:51
Caree Risover said…
Thank you so much for your good wishes ladies - am pleased to report that I am once again fighting fit!
12 November 2015 at 17:27
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