16th April

 Definitely feeling a bit worse over the last few days. I've had farrrr worse. But. Eh. Yeah. The tingles have stepped up a notch. Fatigue has stepped up a notch. Random pains and vague headaches. A few dull chest pains. Meh. I suppose I may need to rest more, I've been busy of late, working, side working, going out and doing stuff. But eh it's not a great development. Reminder to self. Recuperation may be a marathon not a sprint. Playing Valheim - a computer game - of an evening has been a fantastic distraction for me. It cheers me up, and takes my mind off stuff, and the symptoms *mostly* fade into the background, only occasionally bumping through my game playing to remind me, hey, HEY, did you know you're not well ? Yes. I did. Thanks. *scratches at the ever nerve buzzing left eyebrow*. But, the game has been a timely and welcome bit of escapism, and long chats with real people in said game has also served me really well.

Also chit chatting to various people online, via email keeps me somewhat distracted. Mind elsewhere. It all helps I think. Stops me thinking overly much about just how fatigued I am getting and how I wipe out. It's not cool.

Hazel is in poor shape at the moment. The ongoing battle with the docs and pain and stuff has brought her low. A couple of bouts of vomiting hasn't helped - likely I suspect the killer anti biotics they have given her on the "offchance" of an infection. She's getting to talk to the doc again today and try again to demand something get done. In a reversal of fates she has said that if she can't manage it, she's going to let me be her advocate. Understandable. Without getting into details she is well within her rights of what she's asking for, but crucially it would mean the docs admit they have made some... mistakes. Which docs do not do well at. Back up plans are being made to go elsewhere and get treatment. Ho hum. Bloody randomness of the NHS.

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