I'm ill yet again, over the last few weeks I think I've spent more time at home than at work, what with holidays, Meg being ill, Cath being ill and now me. Seems like every little cold I get can't be ignored like it used to be, I don't get much sleep these days due to a certain little screamer - so I'm guessing that I'm not recovering from bugs over night.

I can't help but feel guilty about work, I know if you're ill you're not meant to go in, but this is getting a bit much. As much as I'm not enjoying work the same as I used to it, it's still a good job with a fun atmosphere. Being off so much is just embarrassing. I console myself with the idea that no one is heavily dependent on the work I'm doing at the moment, but still it doesn't feel good.

Got a doctors appointment today, hopefully they dole me out some antibiotics, my chest will calm down, temperature will get under control and I can stop taking so many pain killers. Back to work Monday with luck.

I even removed the last post through guilt, how sad is that?