July 20th

 The ship continues to right itself.

Crazies have faded to a background murmur, my stomach is.... mmm... mostly behaving, and all in all starting to properly come out of that negative gravity well.

That being said, last night I had another "funny turn". Pain in stomach. Got up. Had the shits... light headed... going to pass out. Hit the bathroom floor in a hurried lie down right now or fall down.

I endured a horrible 10 minutes on the floor. Time fades. Gasping for breath. Both arms tingling. Feel like death. Light headed.

I stabilised. Pulled myself up. Decided I needed a quick cool shower in the heat. Up for 20 seconds before my head started going again. Whistling ears, pins and needles in both arms, vision darkening.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy. 

I literally staggered the length of the house to collapse naked on the sofa. Panting. Almost passing out.

And slowly. Stabilised.

Whee.

Fun.

Some point later I took myself off to bed, switched off the light - my vision was full of exploding stars. That's new.

Eh well.

Today I was dizzy, and come the afternoon developed a nice migraine.

But. Ha ha. All things being equal. I've had far worse. This is up.

Heat has been high last couple of days. My car registered 40C on Monday. Eesh. The heat has definitely... excited some of my more struggling bits and pieces wrong with me. But eh. So far. Copeable.

Athena is doing ok. I have a very close eye on her. She is starting to get antsy having not gone out since last week. Too goddamn hot. Too hot for a dog. Doubly too hot for a boxer. And triply too hot for an old lady. She's keen on going out though. Regardless of heat. No wisdom. So I do that for her. First chance we get I will take her to the river.

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