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I'm currently on a 12 hour fast before a blood test tomorrow morning.

The annoying thing is that I have a really bad cough, which I know will affect the results and mean I have to have another round of blood tests in a couple of weeks.

Going to go to bed in a minute but work tomorrow is going to be miserable. So much to get done and nowhere near enough time to do it.

So, my knee was fine until I fell on it really heavily three times at practice today. Over all, it was a good practice, but now my leg feels really quite pathetic and feeble. Coming out of the gym it felt like it was just going to give way (which, given the problems with the quadriceps insertion is a possibility).

I also have a cold, right now. I'm exhausted and frankly feel physically quite miserable. I hope I'm better by Saturday, as Vicky is coming down to visit properly for the first time in about five years.

Unfortunately, I see a hell of a lot of non-weekends in my future. I will be so glad when the office move is over with.

Also, I still have patches of that rash. I can't wait for my blood test on Monday, so I can have some answers. Mind you, it took them weeks and five instances of blood taking to get anything, last year. *head desk*

I hope this gets sorted soon. I'm so tired of being ill.

Argh. After the Random Rash Of Death and the swollen neck and the damaged connective tissue in my shoulder and my bad...skeletal make up... I made it back to roller derby tonight to find that I appear to be coming down with a chest... thing. It feels like pop-rocks in my lungs, which usually heralds a chest infection and I've been hacking my lungs up all evening.

Goddammit. I'm already on antibiotics - how can this be possible?!

On the plus side, despite feeling like shit, I still managed 19 laps in five minutes. Which for a first attempt isn't bad. Even our coach struggled to get 25 today, I think.

Thank fuck I have a pre-booked doctor's appointment... seven hours from now.

D:

Need to sleep, but fandom keeps poking me and asking me to coat it in battery acid again... :|

I got so little sleep last night that I actually have a headache and can barely think straight.

This does not bode well for the fic I was supposed to be completing, goddammit.

Ugh. My sorethroat is turning into a cold, so anyone who was expecting to see me at the Seeing Scarlet show, tonight, I just won't be making it (and I doubt you need me infecting you all, anyway).

Have fun, kids.

Oh my God, I am so sick, right now.

My throat has been killing me for two days, I'm deeply exhausted and lethargic and I kind of have an upset stomach and I'm convinced I'll puke in the next couple of hours. You know that weird, hot feeling in your stomach? Ick.

I feel really, really shitty.

I hope I'm not ill tomorrow, as I have the Cobra show in Brighton. :(

So not fair.

Good, God, I'm tired. I should be working on TWNW, but I can't get my brain in gear. I find myself wanting to work on another project I haven't unleashed on the world, yet, but I haven't posted TWNW since the War started because I was working on that other project (which all sounds so cryptic, but it's really not).

I have an investigation tomorrow night - at Cressing Temple Barns - so I need to sleep late and can't go to bed, yet. Plus, Criminal Minds is about to start.

Little Joe is doing well. Marginally crusty today, but nothing major. Still looking totally fucking adorable. I also have a new idea about my Cobra, which I'm getting a week tomorrow, and that's just going to be awesome. I can't wait to show you guys.

scoobygang63 is coming with me - it's going to be ace.

God. So, so tired... I've been feeling really crappy all week. Have come to the conclusion it's related to the additional milk I've been having - maybe

jackie_brown was right about having mild lactose intolerance. I've felt continually nauseous and unsettled and I have a headache much of the time.

Whatever Mapie just cooked spells horrible and makes me feel worse. Ew.

Roll on ten o'clock so I can go to bed.

Got conjunctivitis. Laying in bed with what looks alarmingly like spunk in my eye, and a gauze patch taped over it.

Seems a little excessive to be honest.

OW.

So yeah, I forgot to mention, earlier, that I got banished from work today...

I'm not allowed back until I'm better.

But there's sooooooo much to do!

It sucks.

I'm now at the stage where I'm coughing and coughing but can't satisfy that tickle in my chest. My cough is as dry as fuck but I know I'm trying to cough the icky out. And my head and stomach are killing me from all the exertion. I wish they still thought I had asthma, because the only time the blue inhalers worked was when I needed a suitable expectorant.

*sobs in self-pity*

I really hope I'm better tomorrow, because I shall be going to Fueled By Starbucks and Ramen in the evening if it kills me. And it might.

Ow.

So, I'm off sick again. My lungs just can't cope with the Ben Crouch Tavern - thank fuck for the smoking ban, this summer. I am in so much pain at the moment - I feel like I've gargled bleach and been punched in the chest repeatedly. My head aches because I can't stop coughing.

But yeah - even though I should be at work, because we're so busy at the moment - I'm ill enough that I couldn't go in. I woke up at six shivering - despite having a quilt, three fleece blankets and my pyjamas to keep me warm - and now I'm sweltering.

And then, to add some comedy to the equation, my bank phones up. "Oh, I'm sorry - did I wake you?"

"No, I have a *cough, hack* chest infection..."

"Oh, well, we've noticed that you're using your overdraft facility quite a lot and we'd like to let you know that you're pre-approved for a £7,500 loan if you'd like one."

"...Dude, wtf? You won't even give me a credit card!"

"Well, hmm... maybe the situation was different at the time."

"Really, no. But thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

Seriously: they won't give me a low-value credit card, but they want to give me a £7,500 loan?

Logic, there - not one of their stronger points.

Ow. Headache. Deep buzzing noise coming from Robert's room.

OW.

Going to sleep. Wish I had the Marnie Mains track from Circumference in a format I could put on repeat. *scowls* I like that song.

My doctor remains a useless fuckwit.

Me: While I'm here (for the asthma review you've just buggered up), I'm a little bit concerned about these black spots that have appeared in various places.

Doc: [Looking at notebook] Hm.

Me: I've even got one on the palm of my hand, that looks sort of fibrous. [Offers hand with small black 'beauty spot' with edges like frayed cotton] And the moles on my neck and side that used to be beauty spots have got bigger and changed shape. And I had one on my arm that came out in a chunk when I scratched it. (It was itchy)

Doc: [Glances.] Perfectly normal. And there are three on your side.

Me: [tries to look] Are there?

Doc: Perfectly normal. [Laughs] What you want me to do? Take them all out? Perfectly normal.

Me: Even though they've got bigger and changed shape?

Doc: Perfectly fine.

Me. ... [leaves]

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Entries tagged with sick

Meh.

I ARE LAME. IN THE BIBLICAL SENSE.

I'm going to complain about stuff that isn't fandom, in this one.

Owie.

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Yawn

Pirate! Ar.

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I hate doctors.

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