Sitting on the dock of the bay.

Hooray!

This morning I opened my eyes, and I did not feel as if someone shoved daggers into them. I could swallow without feeling sandpaper down the back of my throat. I could actually breathe though my nose!

It's a miracle!

So I have a week off (according to my rota) to look forward to - and I need it badly. MDH tells me that I probably became desperately ill because I had been overworking myself, which (in retrospect) is true.

Anyway, a week off is probably what I need to recharge the batteries. I need to reorganise the house, scout around for job vacancies in other hospitals and get some studying done as well.

Or I could spend most of the week at the beach, sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away, just sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time.