The 5th & 6th; I still feel grotty.
The 5th of January.
This is not good, not good at all. I didn't fall asleep until nearly 3am, and the quality of sleep was pretty terrible. I'd like to have Zopiclone tonight but I'm not sure that's allowed during sleep diary week.
Today I've just been rubbish. I wrote up a blog post, then continued with my knitting while I watched the first episode of You. Dan Humphrey is one creepy bastard.
At about half twelve, three firemen came to visit because Baywater had referred me for a welfare check, because of all the oxygen. They didn't stay long, because we have working some alarms, and Daddy used to do fire risk assessments, so there wasn't anything really for them to do! Gave us a spare smoke alarm and off they went. No dying in a fire for us.
This afternoon, I kept knitting and watched Galaxy Quest. Such a good film. And I've cued up a few things to watch for the next few days while I still feel grotty.
Oh god I just want it to be bedtime.
The 6th of January.
I can breathe a bit better today. I took a Zopiclone last night because fuck it, getting better is more important than the sleep diary. Anyway, it didn't knock me out, but I think it helped me stay asleep. Plus today I am less stuffy and snotty - just have a new cough that is stubborn and reluctant to produce anything. It's so exhausting.
Another day of lots of knitting. I finished the front of the jumper, then started on the sleeve. That's involved doing purl increases which is a new stitch for me. I think I've just about got the hang of it.
The decorations are all down now. No tree, no lights. The only trace of Christmas left is the small pile of chocolate on the living room table. And all the food in the kitchen, but that's not immediately visible so it doesn't count.
Tired. I need another good night. Don't think I'll have another Zopiclone, but hopefully the reduced amount of crap in my head will help.