Very not well
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sollersSome of it is probably my own fault but I've had a diabolical week and a half and no sign of let up yet.
It seemed to start a week ago last Friday, where I thought the problem was I had worked too intensively - three hours without any kind of break at all. By the evening I was too tired to eat - cooking didn't come into it as I just had to take a plate out of the fridge and put it in the microwave, but I simply couldn't face eating.
Saturday I felt bright enough to go into Liverpool to see the Giants, which was brilliant, but a lot of walking and standing still.
Sunday evening I drove out to Glossop for the music evening, but when I got back was too exhausted even to run <lj user="miapatrick"> home.
Monday I shopped, took doggies for a walk of about an hour and fell asleep sitting on the sofa.
Tuesday I went archaeologising - digging all morning. Stiff and aching by lunch time so I packed it in early. Got home and started coughing and sneezing.
Wednesday and Thursday spent in bed apart from forays to watch the Murdochs being hauled over the coals in the Leveson enquiry. The cough became familiar; disturbingly like what I remembered from when I had whooping cough over 60 years ago. Quite long enough for immunity to be on the wane, and apparently it's around. Not impossible for me to have picked it up on the train to or from Liverpool, when feeling fairly low.
Got through half a day's work on Friday.
Did very little on Saturday except sort out camping gear, and that left me exhausted.
Went in to farmers' market on Sunday, in the wind and the rain. Only out for one hour but that was exhausting too.
Still tired on Monday.
Today, went back to the dig but kept it gentle - drawing a section: a piece of stone wall. Not intrinsically tiring but again only half a day (section finished and nothing available but trowelling which I emphatically did not want to do) and put my feet up when I got in.
I have two days of work ahead (thank heaven I work from home) but then I have to drive to Upton on Severn. I foresee a lot of resting and comparatively early nights. G suggested driving back on the Sunday but I put my foot down and insisted that it will be Monday morning. We won't be on the usual site because, well, part of Upton on Severn is currently Upton under Severn.
I wish to blazes I wasn't combining being ill with a busy month. I'm more than ever inclined to suspect that I have had whooping cough and what I could really do with is a few weeks convalescence, but weekend after next I'm on the go again - London to see the Flying Dutchman at the Coliseum. I'm worried: the Guardian reviewer liked it.
It seemed to start a week ago last Friday, where I thought the problem was I had worked too intensively - three hours without any kind of break at all. By the evening I was too tired to eat - cooking didn't come into it as I just had to take a plate out of the fridge and put it in the microwave, but I simply couldn't face eating.
Saturday I felt bright enough to go into Liverpool to see the Giants, which was brilliant, but a lot of walking and standing still.
Sunday evening I drove out to Glossop for the music evening, but when I got back was too exhausted even to run <lj user="miapatrick"> home.
Monday I shopped, took doggies for a walk of about an hour and fell asleep sitting on the sofa.
Tuesday I went archaeologising - digging all morning. Stiff and aching by lunch time so I packed it in early. Got home and started coughing and sneezing.
Wednesday and Thursday spent in bed apart from forays to watch the Murdochs being hauled over the coals in the Leveson enquiry. The cough became familiar; disturbingly like what I remembered from when I had whooping cough over 60 years ago. Quite long enough for immunity to be on the wane, and apparently it's around. Not impossible for me to have picked it up on the train to or from Liverpool, when feeling fairly low.
Got through half a day's work on Friday.
Did very little on Saturday except sort out camping gear, and that left me exhausted.
Went in to farmers' market on Sunday, in the wind and the rain. Only out for one hour but that was exhausting too.
Still tired on Monday.
Today, went back to the dig but kept it gentle - drawing a section: a piece of stone wall. Not intrinsically tiring but again only half a day (section finished and nothing available but trowelling which I emphatically did not want to do) and put my feet up when I got in.
I have two days of work ahead (thank heaven I work from home) but then I have to drive to Upton on Severn. I foresee a lot of resting and comparatively early nights. G suggested driving back on the Sunday but I put my foot down and insisted that it will be Monday morning. We won't be on the usual site because, well, part of Upton on Severn is currently Upton under Severn.
I wish to blazes I wasn't combining being ill with a busy month. I'm more than ever inclined to suspect that I have had whooping cough and what I could really do with is a few weeks convalescence, but weekend after next I'm on the go again - London to see the Flying Dutchman at the Coliseum. I'm worried: the Guardian reviewer liked it.
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Date: 2012-05-02 06:49 am (UTC)I'm definitely leaning towards "mild" pertussis. I've had bad coughs in the past, including one that lasted for three months and had the doctor checking me out for TB and only ended after four weeks at the seaside (the doctor thought that might fix it and it did) but nothing like this one since I was four.
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