Bah. Now I can’t sleep. Been up since 6:30. Got as far as the bus stop on Sunday but collapsed into a coughing fit so came home. Spent the rest of the day feeling shitty on the sofa. Phoned NHS direct that evening - they phoned back 6 hours later (2:30am) - by this point I’d already decided there was no way I’d make it to work yesterday. So I got up earlyish and went to the walk-in surgery at Whitechapel. Filled in some forms and got subjected to 3 hours of daytime television and people swearing about how long it was all taking. Wasn’t really very with it, forgot to tell the doctor how I have no energy at all and how I’d been going to bed at 8pm every night for almost a week - d’oh. He took my temperature, which was fine. He was rubbish and told me to take 2x paracetamol 4 times a day and plenty of rest. Yeah right, like I’m gonna be allowed to rest. Stupid work. Felt too shit to go to the Logica thing yesterday evening, felt okish in the day, but by the evening I had a really high temperature again. Bah Tried to go to bed early but failed to get any sleep. Am completely knackered and about to go to work again. Cocksucking. I might phone the dentist and get a checkup - last time I felt like this I had an abcess... It’s now been a week since I last spoke to Chris. No reasons for him not speaking to me, just silence. Am confused. Hope I’m feeling better in a couple of weeks, really don’t want to go to Leeds feeling like death... ...on the plus side, I’m losing shitloads of weight Over a stone so far!