I'm feeling awful today, temperature, sore throat, cough. I went in to work for about half an hour because as soon as I decided I wouldn't go, I remembered a couple of things that urgently needed doing. Why I get so guilty about work when I'm genuinely sick I don't know, I rarely have days off.
Speaking of sick, Dad rang me on Tuesday morning and he sounded so much better. He said he told those doctors where they could shove the valium he was on, and I had to laugh, because I can hear him doing that. He said he was able to walk around better and he's alert. There's a chance the hospital will send him to a rehab home for 3 weeks and it can only be good for him. He was okay with that too. Broken ribs can take weeks to heal. I'm much relieved after talking to him.
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