Day 95 - The Glastonbury Recovery (Part 3)

I still wasn't entirely sure whether I was to blame for subjecting my weakened post-Glastonbury insides to a curry, or whether I had genuinely had some level of food poisoning. To delay having to make a decision on this conundrum in a delirious weak state, I opted for freezer instead of bin for the the leftovers. Although even if the food is fine the mental association of it's flavour may yet prove too much. On Thursday evening I watched five episodes in a row of Stephen Merchant's sitcom 'Hello Ladies', worrying about the looming reality of being in the office tomorrow. The positive - I forgot how good Hello Ladies was. 

By the time Friday arrived, I had only eaten half a slice of bread and a few spoonful's of white rice since Wednesday evening, so I headed to work trying not to collapse. Somehow I managed a level of pseudo-normalcy in my interactions with colleagues. It was somebody's last day so I had to make some level of effort. Throughout the day my breathing became more strained and I developed a runny nose. When I got home I went straight to bed and watched three films in a row. The Oath (2018) was particularly good. By 21:30 I had only had porridge, a small slice of bread and yet again a few spoonful's of white rice. Admittedly progress, but as you can probably imagine this is far from my normal diet. 

I went downstairs to make some avocado and garlic on toast. Not really a dinner, but my meals at this stage were based on necessity and fear, not on social norms. Whilst downstairs Sarah asked what my symptoms were and said that they were those of Novovirus, a virus which a multitude of people from Glastonbury had come away from the festival with. It is a strange sensation to feel relief at being informed that you probably have a virus, but after Monday, Wednesday night, all Thursday and all day Friday, I was starting to get concerned. I was so focussed on my woes being self-inflicted or food-related that I didn't even consider the possibility that I could just have a bug, which would make sense given that I felt fine on Tuesday. If I'd have realised this sooner, on retrospect I probably shouldn't have gone into the office, so that is a regret. Hopefully I haven't spread it further. 

Saturday and Sunday were mostly fine in comparison but my breathing was still pretty strained. Anyway that was my post-Glastonbury week, a particularly long recovery this time. Somewhat self inflicted, somewhat seemingly not. But who knows, maybe entirely self-inflicted. Either way I am feeling okay again now, thank God.