It turns out that this breathing thing is not as easy as some might suggest. Despite having been breathing since *thinks* well, birth, it seems to be troubling me now. Since I got a cold last week, I have had trouble catching my breath. It’s that feeling when no matter how hard you try, you just can’t quite fill your lungs. By the end of the week I was finding it difficult to walk and talk at the same time. Given that I am female, I would expect to be able to do this rather minor piece of multi-tasking, but I am finding it harder than you might think.
So, on Friday I spoke to a pharmacist who gave me some tablets, which were pretty effective and have made breathing easier. The tablets contain steroids and so I am now fearful that my Olympic career may be over. However, as at the moment walking 100 metres can be a struggle, I might not have been in line for too many gold medals – but I would have hoped to get a prize for at least turning up. But going through the humiliation of being stripped of my medal (like a certain Olympian did the other day) might be more than I could take. Who would have thought that the common cold could have such a marked effect on my life*?
C came back to work yesterday and I updated her on what had been going on at work last week, told her that we are off to France on Wednesday (which she was really pleased about) and also talked to her about how she was feeling about her impending exam results that are due in the next day or so… She seemed much more positive about things generally than she was before she went on leave, but still isn’t hopeful that she passed the exams. I told her that we have every confidence in her but even if all did not go as planned that she would still have a job (I have lined another job up for her, as a safety net if all else fails). Sometimes I pretend to be a nice manager.
So, on Friday I spoke to a pharmacist who gave me some tablets, which were pretty effective and have made breathing easier. The tablets contain steroids and so I am now fearful that my Olympic career may be over. However, as at the moment walking 100 metres can be a struggle, I might not have been in line for too many gold medals – but I would have hoped to get a prize for at least turning up. But going through the humiliation of being stripped of my medal (like a certain Olympian did the other day) might be more than I could take. Who would have thought that the common cold could have such a marked effect on my life*?
C came back to work yesterday and I updated her on what had been going on at work last week, told her that we are off to France on Wednesday (which she was really pleased about) and also talked to her about how she was feeling about her impending exam results that are due in the next day or so… She seemed much more positive about things generally than she was before she went on leave, but still isn’t hopeful that she passed the exams. I told her that we have every confidence in her but even if all did not go as planned that she would still have a job (I have lined another job up for her, as a safety net if all else fails). Sometimes I pretend to be a nice manager.
On a sombre note, I feel sad for Funny Thing over at Toxicsoup.
*Obviously some fantasy life that I’m not actually living, but that’s not the point….
*Obviously some fantasy life that I’m not actually living, but that’s not the point….
3 comments:
laugh out loud! This is really an attention getting post. :) Sorry about the trouble breathing...
Hope the breathing improves!
France sounds like a cool work trip :) Shame about the olympic medals...
just me - I'm glad that you find my perhaps imminent death amusing. Pah! (I hope the British dry sense of humour translates to the US, rather than you thinking I am actually offended...)
lemonpillows - France should be good, and I suspect not the most strenuous of times away.
As for the Olympics, well at least I have an excuse for not winning a medal rather than just having to admit that I have no sporting ability whatsoever...
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