Need an icon for 'convalescent'

Just have to settle for cats. Being at home for most of a month now, I've missed kitty company acutely of late.

If you're ever given the option of catching pleurisy, decline politely. 

I now have a sense of what pre-antibiotic medicine and healing was like: slow. 

(Not that this was bacterial - just that there's not much to do except rest and wait for it to go away. The anti-inflammatories keep it from getting worse, and do help the healing, but they can't get you up and around immediately.) Every time I think it's improving I try to do too much (like, say, carry a bag of groceries down the stairs) and find it's flared.

I feel like an extra in a bonnets and bustles BBC drama...I just need a bloody kerchief to dab at my mouth after coughing.

Thank god for David Attenborough repeats in the afternoon. Otherwise daytime tv is appalling.

I've decided I will try work tomorrow. The 15 min walk to the Tube is the most exercise I've had in weeks. 

I did try to go back to work last week, and turned back at the station and came home, too sore to keep going. The commute is likely the most demanding part of the day physically, but there's no way around it.

Also aiming for the shire meeting this evening, and a dinner date later in the week. 

We'll see.