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I love South Park... Bad! And! Wrong!
*ahem*
Yesterday? No post. Yesterday was a bust. I got up late, sat on the sofa, read Firefly slashfic as the only thing which could hold my attention, and was in bed by 10. Which has nothing to do with the Firefly slashfic. No, really.
And today I made it back into work. Hurrah! Also, another 700 ish words on Shed World. Which should be finished by this evening. But, yanno, brain freeze. Ho hum, and all that.
So.
Weight: 151 lbs. Exercise: 4 miles on the bike (nothing yesterday). Alcohol: 0 yesterday, 2 large glasses of wine and a gluten free beer this evening. Which means little when combined with the quorn sausages I'm about to eat, cos they have wheat, gluten, milk, yada yada, bah humbug, meh.
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alasdair1076 is an amazing man, and I'm incredibly glad he's my best friend. And ravenlas is another even more amazing man, and I'm even more glad he's my husband. Count your blessings, guys! *gets string of beads* *starts counting*
I'm not well right now. It's annoying. I should be.
Should be.
That's my problem right there. I think I should be well. I don't think I should be ill any more. Nuh-uh. CFS? Should be in the past. I'm over it. Well, I'm ready to be over it.
But no. It rears its ugly head again - no matter that I'm fitter and healthier and largely staying away from wheat and dairy. But it's not as bad as it's been... Sorry, getting distracted by South Park's Lemmiwinks song...
Anyway. It occurs to me that part of the reason I'm unhappy about talking about this is because I see it as a justifiable punishment. For all of the times when I've been a bad friend, when I've not done things which need doing, for the times when I've procrastinated, deliberately not used my brain when I should, missed deadlines, skived, etc etc. So there you go. Part of me believes I deserve CFS for this.
And the rest of me knows better.
But still. Never mind, eh? So what brings this up? Well, I have a leg with hot joints, and I'm a little worried that maybe I should see a rheumatologist, given the close association between CFS, ME and auto-immune diseases. And I can't quite get around to making an appointment with my GP, because most of me thinks I'm delusional. And I deserve it. Also, I still have breakthrough bleeding, from stressing my core muscles, with my IUD. So. I need to make an appointment with my GP and with family planning. What appointments are you not making? What dumb-ass reasons do you have in the back of your head? I'll call if you will...
*ahem*
Yesterday? No post. Yesterday was a bust. I got up late, sat on the sofa, read Firefly slashfic as the only thing which could hold my attention, and was in bed by 10. Which has nothing to do with the Firefly slashfic. No, really.
And today I made it back into work. Hurrah! Also, another 700 ish words on Shed World. Which should be finished by this evening. But, yanno, brain freeze. Ho hum, and all that.
So.
Weight: 151 lbs. Exercise: 4 miles on the bike (nothing yesterday). Alcohol: 0 yesterday, 2 large glasses of wine and a gluten free beer this evening. Which means little when combined with the quorn sausages I'm about to eat, cos they have wheat, gluten, milk, yada yada, bah humbug, meh.
Also?
alasdair1076 is an amazing man, and I'm incredibly glad he's my best friend. And ravenlas is another even more amazing man, and I'm even more glad he's my husband. Count your blessings, guys! *gets string of beads* *starts counting*I'm not well right now. It's annoying. I should be.
Should be.
That's my problem right there. I think I should be well. I don't think I should be ill any more. Nuh-uh. CFS? Should be in the past. I'm over it. Well, I'm ready to be over it.
But no. It rears its ugly head again - no matter that I'm fitter and healthier and largely staying away from wheat and dairy. But it's not as bad as it's been... Sorry, getting distracted by South Park's Lemmiwinks song...
Anyway. It occurs to me that part of the reason I'm unhappy about talking about this is because I see it as a justifiable punishment. For all of the times when I've been a bad friend, when I've not done things which need doing, for the times when I've procrastinated, deliberately not used my brain when I should, missed deadlines, skived, etc etc. So there you go. Part of me believes I deserve CFS for this.
And the rest of me knows better.
But still. Never mind, eh? So what brings this up? Well, I have a leg with hot joints, and I'm a little worried that maybe I should see a rheumatologist, given the close association between CFS, ME and auto-immune diseases. And I can't quite get around to making an appointment with my GP, because most of me thinks I'm delusional. And I deserve it. Also, I still have breakthrough bleeding, from stressing my core muscles, with my IUD. So. I need to make an appointment with my GP and with family planning. What appointments are you not making? What dumb-ass reasons do you have in the back of your head? I'll call if you will...
