3rd May

 Home again, home again. I realised today, just about everyone in my family - except me - is now covid vaccinated. I've got to talk to the docs again this week about that. Before the NHS phone me up again with their grumpy face on - why haven't you had your vaccine.

Drive home wasn't too bad. I "flew" home, better roads, less traffic. Was ok but exhausted when I got back, hugely not helped from the lack of sleep I got the day before - I ended up stupidly staying up til 5am just slowly chewing over a coding problem. Symptoms got worse - I think because of this.

Today I've got up, peed, exhausted, went back to bed. Later. Got up, pottered around exhausted, went back to bed.

Got up *again*, pottered around, exhausted.

I'm resisting going back to bed for a fourth time. Not sure that's super sensible. It feels like I could probably do with sleeping much of the day.

But, so far... it's not making me feel that awful unwell to go with it. Not. Quite. Ish. Just. Super, super tired.

I talked with Hazel for a good 2 hours straight when I got home. About my mom. My dad. A lot to process and unpack in general.

Yesterday before I left I went for a short walk round to my sisters. To basically drop off my contact details for my nephew which I had stupidly not done when talking to him. Ended up staying for an hour chatting. Her new house is lovely. And it was really nice taking a short walk in the neighbourhood.

Still not Norwich though. But it was good. I've been spoilt in Norwich. All the green. And a City with everything in it.

I did purposefully really think about it though. When I was in my sisters house. Could I live in a place like this ? The answer was a very easy yes. I did the same at my brothers. Same answer. Would I miss Norwich ? Yes. I think it would also be a wrench going back and visiting Norwich. Not like London. I don't have the same reaction when I go back to London where I used to live. Glad to be out of it. Not so Norwich.

The positives all revolve around my family. It would be so good to be able to do things with them all. My brother in law has setup a fab workshop - which he tends to do. Enviable. It's something I always wanted to do, but never the time or space or yada. It was super nice getting a tour. I also ended up talking to my brother about our nephew. The long and short of which is I've started background processing good board games to introduce him to. In the words of Rocky Horror - Something visual, that's.. not too abysmal. My brother suggested King of Tokyo. Which is the right ballpark. It also crossed my mind to do a sci fi game. Or maybe a gussied up version of Settlers of Catan. With the pretty pieces.

And. It's worth bearing in mind, the planets aligning like this... well... they never have before. Everyone always working. Or geographically distant. I've been in Norwich for... yikes... more than 20 years at this point, quite far removed from them. So. Hmm. It's not *just* me getting super ill, nearly carking it, and then changing, a lot of things have already changed, but recent times have made me seriously re-evaluate and look at things, and the trauma and yada blah etc.

The fallout from the last 5 (!) months of my life continues to shake out. Mad.

Can I live in two places at once ? That'd be good :p

I'm not commuting up and down the goddamn A140 though. It's a pretty drive. But the single lane for miles and miles, invariably stuck behind a truck is tolerable at best, misery at worst.

I don't know.

Tingles are up today. Not as bad as they were at points yesterday. But grumbling. And the tics. T. T. T. Tics. I had a few vicious spikes of head pain yesterday. Sudden bangs of nasty headache pain that then faded in 30 seconds. Ignore them. Carry on. As you do.

Last week whilst in the Kitchen Hazel saw me "dancing". Do you need a pee she says ? Ah. No. It's the goddamn tics. Making me j-j-j-jump.

Goddamn nerves are banged up.

Mmmm. I think I might have underestimated the energy cost of driving down and back. Definitely. Struggling. Today. Feel weak. But, I'm in a positive mindset. Not letting it get me down.

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