So I lasted one day back at work before feeling worse. This virus has now lasted two weeks, and at this stage, I'm just hoping it's not permanent!
It's crazy: while I was happily married, I was rarely ill and certainly never had to take more than a day off work at a time. My marriage breaks down, and BAM! I'm bedridden.
I'm very lucky that I have an understanding boss and can work from home. My plan is to stay in bed for the next three days, except for the odd excursion to the toilet or fridge. I just need sleep and not to think about the divorce.
This is easier than done: the post just came, containing two things for my ex. I sent him an email a couple of days ago. He wrote back that he needed time to find his feet.
I may be a comedy writer, but I resisted telling him where they were.