... or would you take me home

Three things, I need a break, I damamged my back and I have a cold. There's every chance that the first and third things are linked in some way.
I got soaked in Glasgow on Friday because I got lost trying to find the police station and I walked for miles up and down Glasgow's famous hills in the pouring rain, when I got home on Friday night I lay on the sofa, an hour later and I couldn't get off the sofa. Since then I have cried, been unable to make it to the bathroom or bed, swallowed a lot of pain killers, had pain gel rubbed on me and deep heat sprayed on me and now I have some movement back, I'm thrilled. On Saturday I had a scratchy throat and by Sunday I was trying to stop the shivering because shivering hurts my back. Today I am working from home because my back is now at the stage where certain positons don't hurt at all and then I forget and move quickly thus sending great swathes of pain circling my torso, or the cat jumps on me.

This week I have a lot to do and a lot of places to go to and my first real day off will come in August when I have pencilled in a few days to drop dead.