Feb 15+

 Usual pattern of sleep today. I tried waking up a bit earlier at 6pm. Today I have had one of the worst days ever. I cannot even tell you what was wrong with me. Only that I felt horribly horribly ill. Riddled with pains. But also. I don't know. Exhausted. A super "sleep hangover". Everything just drained. And awful. The malaise dialled up to 11. So bad you can't sleep. Can't sit. Can't lie down. Everything is awful. A horrible place you cannot escape from, screechingly bad unwellness.

Very, very bad.

I have no clue what to do about it.

I am doing my best to rest with it. Wait for it to slowly, awfully, ebb away. My god. It is awful.

The Bullshit™ is increasingly bad. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. 

It's now 10pm. It has taken 4 hours for the "edge" to be taken off it. 4 fucking hours of suffering. And now it is down to merely "shit". I need 16 hours of rest one way or the other or the penalties are horrible.

I have just checked whether this can be a thing. That CFS can actually worsen. Apparently, it can. Looking at the information there is no super rhyme or reason to it. All things are possible.

Marvellous.

Hazel is still here today. To be honest. I have been so out of it that even had she wanted to go home, I couldn't have done much about it at all. She would have had to have sorted herself out, probably with a taxi.

I guess we will see where she is and where I am tomorrow. If the planets align, tomorrow maybe the day she goes home.

Next week I have tentatively arranged a meetup with fellow CFS sufferer. I have warned him I am particularly shit at the moment, but will do my best to pull it altogether and have a meetup. I hope I can manage it. I suspect I wont be able to.

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