The 4th & 5th; I'm so tired.
The 4th of October. Last night was dreadful. The coughing would not cease, and I think the best chunk of sleep I had was between six and seven this morning. It hasn't got better as the day's gone on, and I just want it to be bedtime.
This morning I did a blog post, then I finished putting Heinz the Stag together, so all the little winter chaps are finished. The wool has arrived for some of the Christmas presents I'm going to make, although for some reason I ordered double of some of it so I've got to send a lot back. I blame illness.
After lunch, Amanda came to see the kittens again, but she didn't stay very long, I think because she felt bad because I was coughing so much. She suggested I see a doctor but I explained why that would be pointless.
At half past three, Mommy and I went to the GP for our flu jabs. I stayed in the corridor, to keep my coughs to myself. I know I'm not infectious, but I don't want to unnecessarily concern everyone else being jabbed.
Oh, I hope tonight is better. I need a rest.
The 5th of October.
I just feel terrible. I had a better night but ugh, the coughing is still exactly the same. I move one bit of phlegm, and some more comes to take its place.
My only triple out today was to the Women's, where I was seeing Miss Byrom and Sue. While waiting, no less than four people asked if I needed water. Sigh. It was particularly bad - I feel like I need to wear a sign that says I AM NOT CONTAGIOUS. Thankfully it wasn't busy enough for anyone to need to sit very close to me.
The upshot of the appointment is that nothing can really go ahead until the anaesthetist is happy, so I need to see the immunology doctor about my white cells. She is away until next week, but her secretary is aware of the multiple people need her to see me. Hopefully that means I will see her sooner rather than later.
I just want to stop coughing. I want to stop being in pain all the time. I'm so tired.