Friday

Not a lot going on today. I had a pretty bad night - the tummy was pretty upset and I was up about six or seven times during the night with a raging dose of the trots - not much fun. Woke up this morning with a screaming headache - took paracetamol and went back to bed but by lunchtime it was no better so I dragged myself out of bed and have been weakly pottering about since then. At least the old tum appears to be a bit more settled, although it's still crampy and anyway there is nothing in there now as I haven't been able to face eating.
There is a voice in the back of my mind telling me that I am supposed to report things like this to the hospital in case it's a sign of infection, but I don't have a temperature and I will have to be pretty bad before I will go back to the mad old lady ward again. I do wish my nose would stop running.

Bright spark on the horizon - a job I applied for which was put on hold as the company is in merger talks has just come back into view again, the recruiter called me this morning all bright and cheery, still seems confident that I am a good match. It would be a good one so I have told him I am still interested - we shall see what happens.
It's Friday, so it's pub night, although I am not sure I feel much like socialising. It was my beloved's birthday Monday and his parents have invited themselves along to our regular pub supper on the grounds that there was no celebration on the day... since it's their anniversary today as well, it would be churlish to back out now. And if truth were told no matter how much I don't think I want to go, it will be a good evening and I will have a good time - at least I usually do.

Am slightly worried - on my scribble pad beside the keyboard I have written "Thurs 7th 1pm". I have no idea why, what this related to - only thing I am sure about is that I didn't go anywhere at 1pm yesterday... so if I stood you up yesterday then I apologise sincerely, my brain is pretty much mush at the moment and I really don't know what's going on most of the time!

The forms for the Disability Living Allowance (which were going to take 10-14 days) arrived this morning - as far as I can see I don't qualify so I don't think I will waste time claiming. Will ask the Macmillan benefits adviser for her opinion when I see her next week, but it seems pretty clear to me from reading the paperwork.

How can having a shower be so strenuous that I feel I should go and have a lie down now? This is dreary indeed. I have done absolutely nowt today yet I am worn out and feel like I have run a marathon. I know I should be happy that I am getting great treatment and that it's doing what it's supposed to do - but I do really wish that this was all over and done with, I am sick of being ill...