But the world has totally beaten me at the moment.
I mentioned last week that I had my third bug in a row. Essentially I have been sick since I got back from Rome - I got back from Rome at the beginning of September and here we are at the beginning of November. That's a long time to be feeling rotten.
The rain didn't stop last week (oh g&d I'm on a roll now), we had to deliver son's leaflets, but with work and rain it was a case of delivering leaflets every lunchtime if there was a break in the weather. Without a decent lunchtime walk off the lead the dog got more and more full of life as the week went on.
Plus on top of that I spent the whole week feeling terrible. At 14:30 on Thursday I hit a brick wall and lay down for 5 minutes that turned into 3 hours. But Friday I got dressed and went to work again.
I said to family I was going to stay in under the covers all weekend to try to get to other side of this rotteness. Husband has it to - it was his turn to do it last weekend (not that it worked - he still feels terrible).
I didn't quite relax all of Saturday as we still needed to finish the leaflets (son's job) and I couldn't expect husband to help out son as he was doing everything else.
Went to bed Saturday - woke up Sunday still feeling terrible. Spent day curled up on Sofa - though did take dog for a proper walk off the lead. I think I did feel a bit better as I did dye my hair (not very well it turns out - I'm still gray at the back - but hey I can't see that!).
Son had been paintballing, a lifelong dream of his - so at least he had some fun. Lovely husband did the pickup/drop off so I could try to get better. I'm glad son had fun as husband and I didn't have energy to do anything about fireworks night. In fact we still have a cupboard of fireworks in the garage - that we purchased before lockdown. I forget why we didn't have a chance to use them that November (it was before we knew about COVID). Maybe we'll use them at New Year.
Anyway, woke up this morning feeling utterly horrible. Son was in a foul mood because he's got to go back to school and went into a full teenage strop about how awful his life was. I think I held it together quite well, I didn't have the energy to do anything else.
Then my phone went ping. I hate it when my phone goes ping. It's the mobile phone equivalent of getting a brown envelope through the post. I checked my texts and there was a message from the NHS saying I had my covid jab on Thursday. I don't know what to do. I already postponed my flu jab last month and that's coming up again.
The prospect of going for a jab on Thursday that's going to make me feel even worse - actually made me sit down and cry. I just don't know what to do.
I did a COVID test and for the first time I was praying it was positive - so I could go back to bed and try to get to the other side of this.
Anyway, it wasn't positive.
Sorry if you read this, I've probably put you on a real downer. But I wanted to post because this is a diary and I want it to be a true reflection of my life. Which right now - could be better - a lot better (but I do appreciate it could be a lot worse - ahhhh, a small thread of positivity still exists - good).
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