It’s cold, wet, and windy and all kinds of germs are on the hunt.
You’ve been over doing it at the gym, you’ve run yourself down and wound up as one of the troops in the influenza zombie army.
You have two options. Martyrdom; work is busy and you can continue and hope to recover naturally, OR you can book an appointment with your local GP. The likelihood of your work schedule and your GP’s availability marrying up are somewhat slim. Taking time out isn’t an option, so …you battle on.