At the grand old age of 40 I (embarrassingly) caught chicken pox a fortnight ago from DS.
The spots have either all scabbed over or disappeared completely now but I wondered when I would stop felling like I had been run over by a bus?
I'm still all tired & achey. I'm back in work today - couldn't stand daytime TV anymore and would be looking at a disciplinary (I still might be) if I took any more time off.
Am I justified in collapsing on the sofa a la Gloria Swanson tonight and letting DH get the tea and put Ds to bed