The thought of getting ill so I can't work fills me with terror and that's not ok
Confessions of a workaholic
It all started yesterday with the slightest soreness in the throat and I panicked as I felt the tingling beginnings of a cold. I told my dad (an avid ‘skimmer’ of this newsletter) that perhaps I won’t write this week’s as I’m not feeling too great. ‘Why don’t you write about being ill?’ he said. That’s a good idea, I thought.
I feel fine by the way, I’m …