I had an awful night, couldn't sleep because everywhere hurt. I felt like the guy in Beetlejuice hit by a truck. I had a couple of nosebleeds ( probably because I was trying to breathe through my nose. So I rang in work and told them I wasn't going to be in. That took me an hour, everytime I got through it cut me off! I was about to give up when someone finally answered. Not their fault, but by then all I wanted to do was sleep. I did get up though, to make a drink of lemon tea with honey and a flu powder, and did a covid test "just in case" positive... eek. Finding it easier to sleep sitting up I contacted the surgery to let them know I tested positive ( being type 2 diabetic, you have to inform them, in case symptoms escalate) and also the nurse was able to advise me what to take and what to be aware of symptom wise. I dread to think how ill I'd be if I didn't have the vaccine, as I feel dreadful as it is.
I spent the day dozing with Willow carefully checking on me often. I haven't the energy to do anything but make a drink. I can't taste anything but forced myself to eat crackers or breadsticks in order to take my meds.
I let the important people know, Sue, Charlotte. I told one person from work knowing that they will tell everyone else.
And that was my day. Sorry that it was a but moany, but that's how feel.
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