It always happens like this.
I don't take care of myself very well when I'm coming to the end of the show. I can't eat in the evenings of a performance and I run on caffeine, stress, nerves, and adrenaline.
I end up covered in bruises and with exhaustion luggage under my eyes that lasts for a week.
This time I have also ended up with some horrible flu/tonsilitis/malaise illness.
It probably doesn't help that during rehearsals/performances there was always one cast member silently (or not-so-silently) suffering from a cold. I thought my usually robust immune system would ward it off. I never get sick.
But then, the not eating and not sleeping, and the bruises ... I am sick.
Everything sounds underwater and I have a horrible hacking cough.
I should probably be at home in bed but, as these things inevitably go, it coincided with a couple of days of work where I really couldn't be absent. And now? when I could possibly take a day off with little guilt? I'm feeling better. Ish.
Thank goodness for chicken noodle soup.