It’s a scunner right enough.
I had about 10 weeks when I felt really well and was able to get out and about. You know: do things like a normal person does. Then three weeks ago, I got a ‘bug’, a virus – ach, who knows what it was? I had a high temperature, followed by shivering with the cold, runny nose, a cough. The gut was acting up too for a few days.
Most of the symptoms have gone now but I’m still pretty wiped out. Can’t abide noise, have no concentration (so no TV and reading at a snail’s pace), either sleeping for 14 hours at a time or not sleeping at all (like now). Sore joints. Not hungry. The practice nurse is thrilled: ‘Another 4kgs off!’ she crows. ‘But,’ I say, ‘that’s because I’m no well, CarolAnn!’ As long as I’m hitting one of her targets, she’s not complaining – and at least she’s not offering me an exercise class which I suspect would be the end of me right now.
I’m lucky to have such an understanding flatmate: if I’m in my bed, so is Missy, fast asleep on my legs. If I get up and sit at the computer, she’s right here to keep me company.
For a short time in the autumn I toyed with the idea of giving up my membership of the ME Society. But I think that decision might be premature…
So in the coming week, I’m seeing some of the family and going to Elder Park library for what the Librarian calls a ‘Knitting Tea’. I haven’t knitted for about 30 years, so this could be the start of something big. At least I’ll get a coffee and a mince pie out of it – and the chance to meet some nice people. Other than that, I will be here, as will Missy, gathering my strength for wrapping Christmas presents.
Here’s hoping all of you are okay, despite the gales and the freezing cold.