Last week, we had a workshop at work that I was looking forward to. Rethinking the processes in my area without being constrained by existing limitations. It was scheduled for three days. Three days that I instead spent under the covers with a heating pad. The flu had gotten me.

The flu actually hit me the Friday of the week before last. Hoping to avoid the worst by taking it easy over the weekend, I spent that Friday on the sofa. And the entire weekend. Unfortunately, it was all for nothing. On Monday, things were hardly any better, and I was still completely wiped out. That meant the workshop was over for me. My small hope was to at least catch up and participate on the other days. The cough, fever, and chills had other ideas. It wasn’t until Saturday that I was well enough again that a trip to the supermarket didn’t completely exhaust me. On Thursday, it was a different story - but you don’t get healthy without food, either.

The real fun part was that my girlfriend also got sick starting on Monday. I probably infected her. At least it wasn’t Covid, according to a rapid test. But this was the first real illness since having Covid at the end of 2022, and I was surprised myself at how hard it hit me. Three days of rest were nowhere near enough, and even now I still have a cough, although it’s much less frequent and intense.

In the end, I’m just disappointed that I missed the workshop. I can certainly look at the results tomorrow, but I had no influence on them. Plus, I’ll probably have a lot of questions that I’ll have to find the answers to myself. And the outcome of this workshop will significantly shape my work for the coming months. What a bummer!