Under the weather

Under the weather is funny phrase. I usually associate it with rainy days and staying inside, cuddled up on a couch, possibly in a duvet, reading and drinking warm, comforting liquids. Out here, under the weather becomes dealing with the incessant heat, the rays of the sun beating down on your hot little head and trying to find a way of being comfortable when you want to sleep in the middle of the day.

I was definitely under the weather yesterday. I made an effort. I got up, brushed my hair and put on make-up. I went to work about 40 minutes late but I did go. I was even wearing a proper grown-up shirt. By 11 I just couldn't do it any more. Normal every-day tasks seemed insurmountable, I was tired and lethargic, hot and cold, wishing for my bed and more sleep. I nearly cried in the bathrooms over nothing. So home I went, shaking slightly and sweating as the sun beat down on my windscreen in the traffic.

Rushing upstairs I turned on the ceiling fan over our bed and stripped down to my bottom layer and spread eagled on the bed. And so I slept. And slept. And read a little when I woke up. Then slept some more. James came home and made me turn on the air-conditioning when he saw that I had a temperature and I have to say, this time he was right ( I usually have a horror of sleeping with the airconditioning on, unless it is the hottest time of the year). As the evening wore on I felt more and more like myself and less likely to cry at the drop of a hat or a really badly done document. I spent some quiet hours perusing the internet and slowly coming back to me.

A full night's sleep assisted by air-con, dressed in a t-shirt and covered by a sheet, like in a non-tropical country, meant I woke this morning full of vim. I'm back and rearing to go. Thankfully it was nothing more serious!