… become any easier or better today. In fact, I’ve probably hit rock-bottom today.
The nadir of it all was when I didn’t eveb have the strength to take the top off a bottle of pop. That’s enough to make anyone feel ill.
I had a nuit blanche last night, which is hardly a surprise seeing the amount of sleep that I had yesterday. I cancelled the alarms but even so, I was still awake at alarm-going-off time.
Mind you, it wasn’t until about 07:45 that I left my bed. I took my quilt and pillow with me and moved to install myself on the sofa as soon as I had taken my medication.
I had a slight interruption though with a major attack of nausea. That was the worst one to date, and it floored me completely. I should have gone out later to pick up the medication that had been ordered yesterday, but there was no chance of that the way I was feeling.
Instead, I’ve spent all day on the sofa asleep. Although I did manage to force down a bowl of porridge during te course of the morning.
One thing that I have done which hasn’t helped matters at all is that I’ve coughed so much that I’ve pulled a muscle in my chest. And I’m in agony whenever I cough.
US Granville were playing their final match of the season tonight and I had every intention of being there. But no chance of that. I’m going to bed – to sleep for ever I hope.
I wish that I was dead.
Just think… you could be here in sunny South Carolina where it’s bloody cold, bloody wet (it’s not raining cats and dogs but more like lions and horses). Just about everybody has some kind of ailment right now. I’ve been battling something for the last month or so. Just driven the last batch of kids for the year so I now have two kid free weeks to recover. Oh to be driving convicts rather than kids! Actually that sounds a fun job – if they misbehave on the bus, rather than writing an ultimately useless D note, just beat them with a rubber hose!
On a dry day I’ll head back under the bus to install my new battery cage.