I was if you read yesterday's blog not well. I spent most of the day sleeping or reading. I had no energy, felt sick, and had banging headaches and stomach pains. I always know when I'm truly poorly, I sleep. I don't know where it came from just that "odd" feeling on Friday then bam... I had Willow for company she stuck by me like glue. I'd wake up to find her curled up on my knee purring. Bless her. I didn't eat anything until Kev came home and I had some bread, but I drank loads. The trouble with that is it will mess my blood sugar up, yes fasting helps, and my fast days are usually at the weekends, but I usually hit around 800 cals. I was way below this, so Sunday I will try and do about 800 if I can. It's a delicate balance controlling blood sugar by food alone, so I have to be on top of what I eat and drink all the time. Also I have to keep active which didn't happen, so I will try and do at least my revitive tomorrow but right now even walking to the bathroom is a bit of an effort. I haven't a clue what this is but it can do one.
Sunday.
I stayed off work again, I feel better than I did, just exhausted as if I've done something knackering like run 25 miles, or boot camp. Still haven't eaten much although a bit more actual food than yesterday. I have slept more and read a bit. I'm still re-reading Sunshine. I've got to the fourth part, the part that always makes me sad, the bit where she has to say goodbye to her old life, without saying goodbye. Knowing her final two days are here, but not being able to tell anyone. Walking out on that last day from everything and everyone she loves, pretending it's just a normal day, wanting to hug everyone, but not behave any different so they don't see it coming. It always gets me. The first time I read it I was in floods of tears, now it just makes me sad, because she has no choice.
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