Entry 1024
Wednesday 17th July 2019
It's been my day off from work today, but I've spent most of the day in bed feeling really ill.
I woke up in the early hours of the morning with a very runny nose and a bad headache. Nikki had a go at me for waking her up. "I'm bl**dy sorry," I snapped, "But I feel like sh*t." I got up, and with my body aching I slowly shuffled into the bathroom, opened the cupboard and took a couple of paracetamols. I looked in the mirror. I didn't just feel like sh*t; I looked like sh*t.
I have spent most of the day in bed taking paracetamols every four hours. Nikki has made some rather b*tchy comments about me being in bed: "Lazy sod", "No-good layabout", "Attention seeker." I couldn't tell if she was joking or if she was being serious, but I did sense a b*tchy tone in her voice. As I wasn't feeling well and as I was keen to avoid an argument, I didn't respond to Nikki's comments.
I don't feel as bad now as I did this morning. Nikki's kept Leo downstairs. I don't want to pass my germs on to him. I might not feel as bad as I did this morning, but if I still feel like this tomorrow there's no way I'm going into work. Being around all those f*cking infected can't be good for anyone's health. Maybe that's what's made me ill. Who knows?
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