So, this week I got back to work (at last). My Nurse told me not to... and I never bothered to go and ask the Doctor what he thought; I was going mad stuck in bed.
I was starting gradually anyway... half a day on Monday and half a day on Wednesday. It isn't like I really had to move too much. Walk to car, ride to work, walk to office, sit in chair (get brought coffee), walk to car, ride home, walk to house.
I think it was more tiring working at home on Tuesday and Thursday to be honest... I tried working in bed with the laptop but it didn't work with all the bits of paper so I had to get up and sit at my desk which, using a laptop, isn't ergonomically quite right.
But here we are and it's Friday; and I'm not a total wreck. Tired, yes. Glad the week is over, yes. Feeling better than I have done in a month, yes. I think having something to occupy my mind and feeling useful again really helps in the whole 'feeling better' bit.
The steroids are finished at last too. That means that my insides and sleep patterns will hopefully be returning to normal any day now.
I can't say that I'm 100% recovered. I still can't walk any distance... the Better-half had to push me in the wheelchair to the Doctor's for my flu jab this afternoon. I'm keeping up with all the stretching exercises though so hopefully that will get some muscle-tone back and if nothing else make my arms strong enough to push myself in the wheelchair a bit.
It's been a difficult four weeks but hopefully things are on the up now.