At the beginning of November I found out I had shingles, which was pretty shitty. Not the finding out bit, but the shingles bit. I didn’t even think I’d ever had chicken pox, but it turns out I must have had, in order to develop shingles.
It is ‘a viral disease characterized by a painful skin rash with blisters in a limited area on one side of the body (left or right), often in a stripe.’ And it’s a pain in the arse. It lasted for weeks, and just as I thought I’d cleared it I got the office lurgy – a flu-type thing with a hacking cough.
So 2014 didn’t so much go out with a bang, but more like a slightly ill whimper. It certainly curtailed some of the traditional December excesses and pretty much everything apart from a couple of events and just going to work and coming home again fell to the wayside.
Thankfully, I have a lovely holiday to look forward to, to catch up on sleep and rest. I’m looking forward to coming back feeling better and ready to take on 2015.