Today I'm having a sick day. The bug that's been laying low my colleagues finally hit me at noon yesterday. One minute I'm busy at the nurse's station organising chest x-rays, ENT visit, social work referral and lift repair, the next I'm coughing sandpaper, and someone's replaced my legs with jelly.
I managed to struggle (heroically - if anyone from the Eye Pavilion is reading this) through to 7pm when Lynne of the night shift arrived, and I was able to hand over to her and flee the building. Until then, I was in the unusual situation of being able to organise my sick day - writing a red S over my shift on the off duty, and the work rota.
So today I feel generally grody, and I'm just hoping it doesn't get any worse. I don't do sick very well.