This crappy sickness continues to blight me. But maybe there’s some light at the end of the tunnel.
At three o’clock this morning (my internal clock is completely buggered), I was ready to take on the world. By seven, it felt like I had, and had lost – heavily. Now it’s half past ten and I’m in another good bit: less aching, less coughing – generally OK. But I have zero energy. I literally can’t walk more than a few metres.
Probably need to get a test, just so we know what we’re dealing with – it feels like influenza to me but somehow worse – but I have no idea how I could even get to the top of the stairs, let alone to a car and to a testing station.
Propping myself up with Lucozade and Myprodol. Apologies for any spelling errors. It’s all a bit blurry.