davidgillon: Text: You can take a heroic last stand against the forces of darkness. Or you can not die. It's entirely up to you" (Heroic Last Stand)
Monday: feeling slightly off
Tuesday: sick as a dog, shaking and shivering in bed
Wednesday: Feeling much better, but clearly still feverish - sweating so hard I couldn't keep my hair dry even carrying a towel around with me!
Thursday morning: Thank good that's over.
Thursday afternoon and Friday: short of breath, and spoons. For reals, Week?
Saturday: Completely out of spoons.
Sunday: Driven shrieking awake at 5AM by pain in shoulder/neck. Fortunately got back to sleep, but still there when I woke up later, also feels like I've been kicked in ribs on same side.

Just stop it!
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
File today under odd.

I slept for 7 to 8 hours (which would normally be enough even if my body prefers a little longer), woke up, made it as far as the desk at the foot of my bed and dozed off again as soon as I sat down. Woke up after 20 minutes or so, started to read something, and woke up an hour later facedown on the desk with my forehead neatly pressed into my keyboard's wrist rest, and, with the brief exception of the daily waddle, which utterly failed to wake me up, the rest of the day has been more of the same, I've lost count of the number of times I've dozed off into a dream-state. I think I'll just give up on getting anything remotely intellectual (or not intellectual) done and curl up on the couch with a glass of wine.
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
I'm not sure this coming home to get a rest from family trauma over Dad's stroke is working.

So many damned errands to run, without any time to handle being stressed by them.

Still need to sort out train back North, pick up repeat prescription, work through a fortnight's mail, do something about wheelchair assessment problem, and probably other stuff I'm forgetting, all by Wednesday, then catch train North on Thursday and the trauma starts again.

I think I'm going to try and nap now, which inevitably means my mother or sister will ring as soon as I doze off.

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