Based on a true story:
It was November and the weather was particularly mild for that time of year so she couldn't understand why she felt a cold coming on. She hadn't been her usual self for the last 24 hours. The race on Sunday had been a disaster, 6 miles in and she had started to flag. This want like her at all. She wished she could feign an injury just so someone would pick her up. Even the folk with the Dunlop trainers were passing her.
It started with the usual sore throat then that familiar pressure welling in her head, between her eyes. Sinuses, aagghhh not them too. She took a couple of paracetamol and off to work she went. The day seemed to drag, all she wanted to do was put her head down. Even during her lunch break she felt cold for no apparent reason. A little cough started, not persistent, but enough for her to notice.
That night she struggled to do the basic of family chores. "are you alright mummy?" her son asked.
" yes, sunshine, mummy just feels a bit tired. Can you help me clear the dishes?" Josh was six, and he was the apple of her eye, despite his spirited ways. He adored her, but wanted attention so much he always got in trouble.
Still coughing, she carried on and with little help from her husband put josh to bed and got things ready for the next day. Alex had been in one of his moods. They came every now and then, pouncing when she least expected it. He was barely speaking to her, enough pleasantries to make family like seem normal for Josh's sake.
" I feel shit, I'm going to bed. Hope fully some rest will sort this out" she coughed.
He grunted " if you need anything just let me know"
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