The last time I posted here, I wished for a week or two off, because I felt terribly tired. I went to Wolfsburg for the weekend and we looked for some more geocaches, I complained about people „hiding“ geocaches at places like ten metres up a lamppost and tag them „no wheelchair, no stroller“. Honestly guys, do you really expect somebody to climb up to this, just to prove worthy in your eyes?! Nah, get lost!
On Monday sweet Lady Faith promptly delivered what I asked for. A week off. Even though still being tired to death after last weeks pleasures, I felt quite Ok when I went to work, but within hours some weird shit happened. Out of nowhere I got fever, attacks of sweating, had serious problems concentrating on things more challenging than just existing and my whole damn everything did _hurt_. I asked my team leader for permission to leave early and barely made it home, where I collapsed to my bed and did not get up again any earlier than Wednesday.
On Wednesday I had the energy to visit the doc, who signed me off work for the rest of the week and prescribed me some drugs. Also I brought my mattress to my living room to at least watch TV while being awake.
I am still not sure if I want to know what knocked me off that badly. Even now I still have difficulties swallowing and feel brutally battered. Careful what you wish for…