The month of March was a month of travel and continuous work, no sooner had I finished a course in Southern Turkey then I took the next available flight to Rome, and on arrival immediately started another course. Once finished Rome, it was a drive to Milan for another course, and when that finished catching the next flight to Bahrain to start the next day another course.
It was a woderful journey through Italy, a chance for rest. Or was it?
It was on this journey that I picked-up a bad chest infection, making me cough, giving a runny nose, a tickle at the back of my throat and a voice which was not me.
It would not defeat me, I must do the training, so I pushed through, as we say in the UK, the show must go on. But, by the time I had arrived in Bahrain, it had got really bad, but with luck, I had a doctor on the course who was able to give me antibiotics.
Despite feeling unwell, under the weather, I pushed on, when perhaps the best approach would have been rest.
At night, I found the best way to sleep was sitting up, this seemed to stop the tickling throat and coughing. Not conducive to a good nights sleep.
It was the flying that played the wrong hand. My station tubes or eustachian tubes, became blocked, and with a couple of flights to take, it only got worse. I could not clear the eustachian tubes, it affected my speech, my hearing, my balance. The whole experience made me feel very unwell, down, depressed, and that did not take into consideration the continuing infection.
It has been a month of stress, of aches and pains, of blocked ears, but last week at last the infection was beaten, and now I can get on with life.
That means cleaning, washing and ironing, tidying up, moving my personal possession from one storage area to another, dumping unwanted stuff, planning for the future courses.
Come on world give me your best, I am ready for you.
I am back.