Disaster. Week 2 was even worse than week 1, but thankfully through no fault of my own. I came home from work on Friday afternoon and went straight to bed as I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.
I was convinced that I had a flu so I just bore down to let it pass but my fever hit 41C at one point so I called the out of hours doctor for a second opinion come Saturday night and sure enough, I was rocking a pretty serious and pretty neglected infection.
After a lecture from the doctor about self care that had some pretty ‘you are an idiot for letting this get so bad’ undertones, I resolved to rest up, recover and double down on my plans for more self care.
On a better note, week three went much better and I’ll get a full write up done this evening.