I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow

I think this illness is hoaxing me. 48 hours ago I felt literally like dieing, and now I feel almost ok again. It was not funny if that was the aim. It is not funny to wake up in the morning with a doubt if I am going to survive the day.
No day is predictable now. Tomorrow maybe I will have the force to sit on my bike and do a little tour. Or maybe I end up in hospital again. As bad as I felt this morning, as good I feel now.

However, I had a nice day yesterday, allowing me to recover from the Thursday night shock. I worked again undercover (and for the last time at this EURO). This time we had to test restaurants and cafes. So we started with drinking a coke in one cafe, had great Italian food in a unseemingly good ristorante, went on to test a bakery for dessert and finished with cool drinks in a tea room. I had the pleasure of doing this with the same colleague as Tuesday already and apart of good food we also had great conversations on Swiss society and politics and shared the adventures that each of us had lived so far.

In the evening I met friends at my favored restaurant. Given my adventures the night before Tristan exceptionally allowed me to have a beer. Once the medication seems not to work anyway, why minding the side effects? Because ironically they are the only thing that I feel out of my pills. I had prepared myself to go to hospital for a few days last night, but realized that this gratefully was not necessary.

I highly appreciated the job at the EURO as a change. Now that it is over I know that I might be able to do some low skill work for the time being - at least within certain limitations. At the same time, the little work I have done was enough to knock me out for a while. I should be ok again in a week or so. But i need some occupation.