Sometimes, it's the little things that make all the difference.

[out_there]

I have a huge, pounding headache that's really making me want to either go to sleep or cry. I'm having trouble making sense of anything at the moment, and I don't have any more panadol on me. But the receptionist had Panadeine, and was kind enough to share.

Then, I get back to my desk, and find that the letter that I stayed back last night to write is sitting on my desk, signed and ready to go, with a Post-It note stuck to the front, with "Perfect" scrawled in the boss' handwriting.

Combined with the painkillers, I now feel willing and able to try to get some work done.