today was meant to be my first day back this week after illness
got up, went to the docs for a blood test... last time i nearly fainted afterwards. this time i took something to nibble afterwards and took it slowly. sat in the waiting room afterwards and my temperature rocketed and pulse went up... felt very ill... ran to the loo and threw up.
as i'd fasted for 12 hours, wasn't much to bring back, but my body tried. the doc was caring, said "does this happen after every blood test?" i could't answer as i was puking. she then closed the toilet door and left me there.
went home.
Hiya Laurence
welcome back !! Get well soon....
You do so much travelling, FF, I envy you! Many of your posts revolve around travel and all along I'm thinking 'lucky bugger, I'd love to do that'.
As FF says, it does take it's toll. I did about 5 years of travelling for my company, and that was only usually twice a year, but it does impact on your health a bit. Different foods, uncertain travelling times, pressure on you to get things done, sometimes 9000 miles from home, language difficulties, production pressures, technical issues....it started me smoking after 20 plus years off the weed (thankfully ive stopped again), plus occasional marital pressures come into play, it all racks up. I'm not a big fella, but i lost 1 stone on a 2 week trip to S America and it took me nearly a year to put it back on. My desire for food after two weeks of bland uninspiring food, just evaporated.
Stuck in Cyprus when the volcano went up, cost me £1000 because the wife came with me as a treat (i paid of course), the costs were racking up (and the stress) as days went by.
Highs and lows...you really get into it while you're away, achieve so much...then i used to get virtually depressed with the humdrum of 'normal' work when i got back.
But then, travelling business class occasionally, staying in good hotels, working with people that really appreciate what you're doing for them, the kudos you gain with your colleagues and management, eating different food when its decent, enjoying the challenges that come when talking to people who have little or no English, seeing places you'd never normally see (some places so grimy and poor, its an eye opener) etc etc etc...its brilliant
I miss it now...and yet i don't.
I lived in the 71 Nyhavn for about 6 months in the late 1990s
Am very zarked-off right now, what's the zarking point of busting my zarking arse if that's all they think?
