It's been a rough night, followed by a rough day.
I woke up at 3am feeling very ill. I tossed and turned, got up and down, couldn't sleep and then was sick. Then I slept until my alarm went off at 5:45am. I lay still for a while, not game to move in case I was hit by another wave of nausea. I had the pinpricky sweating at the back of my neck. Optimistically, I had a shower and decided to see how I felt. I was like the walking dead. I was supposed to facilitate day two of leadership program today. I tried to imagine travelling on a packed, airless train. This was followed by unpleasant scenes of public vomiting. No one needs to be subjected to that. Then I imagined that even if I made it in without incident, I would not be in good form for participants. After a few early morning text messages a replacement was found.
Initially I felt guilty about this. Then I gave myself a break. There was nothing I could do, apart from give as much notice as possible. Turning up under these circumstances would be a selfish act. I might feel better about not having to call in sick, but I wouldn't be at my best and would probably pass the bug along. No one would thank me for that! So while I missed out on my fee for the day, but now I'm in a better position to work tomorrow and the next day.
I slept until 1pm. I'm feeling like I've been hit by a train. I did some reading and watched some TV and now I'm ready for bed again. And it's hot.
Sometime this morning I did take a call from Yarra Trams. They called to let me know that they're still considering and investigating the issue I've raised about the dangerous crush at the Federation Square/Flinders Street tram stop. I'll keep you posted.
Hope I have a good sleep and wake up feeling brand spanking new tomorrow.