The 1st & 2nd; I don't know what else can be done.
The 1st of May. I feel like crap. I think I might have caught what Mommy had.
I had a better night in my nice, warm, double bed, but I am still exhausted. Need a few more sleeps before I catch up.
My intention for today was to write about the weekend and maybe even blog about it, but the reality has been sitting in the armchair (which feels just divine compared to my wheelchair/the car) and watching tv we recorded. Trying not to cough which is difficult because my throat is all scratchy. I had a honey and lemon but it was not particularly helpful.
Ohhh I don't want to be ill again. Especially if it's a common virus because they always make me feel like shit and last so much longer than they should, the bastards. Going to have some Strepsils and an early night.
The 2nd of May.
Trying to work out if I am ill or just tired from the weekend. I really hope it's the latter. My sats have been up and down, and I have this dry cough that is hard to alleviate. Strepsils have not been much good.
I have been quite pathetic all day, curled up in my most comfortable clothes. Soft jumper and jogging bottoms. Still a big jumper because my arm is still the same size, so we rang Andrew's secretary this morning. I need to be in his clinic on Thursday. John and Maddie's wedding is in a month and I don't fancy looking like a freak. The thing is, I don't know what else can be done.
This afternoon, I finally got round to finishing writing about Saturday. I have yet to do Sunday. It took a couple of hours, but that was because I was half-watching recorded programmes at the same time. It's going to be a long post when it comes.
Mommy went to pick up Sam from Lee's, so I've been in to sit with him for a while too, and have been floofed on. He's settled right back in.
UGH my body is fucked.