The 15th of February. Today was very much dedicated to recovering from the past two days. I took a Zopiclone last night so I had a really good rest which was really important. This morning I had my breakfast and wrote about yesterday, as I was too tired to do it last night.
I got dressed very carefully - having to accommodate my new plumbing is something I'll have to get used to. There was nothing on tv that I really wanted to watch this afternoon so I listened to Nils Frahm's album Felt (via headphones - it is so much more intense and beautiful than just out of speakers) and read the weekend paper.
I had a couple of emails to send, some jeans to buy and blog posts to write up, so I did that, and Mommy and I watched the final of Britain's Best Bakery.
I ache much less this evening - I don't think I'll need any paracetamol tonight.
The 16th of February.
It's been a difficult day. I had approximately five hours of sleep which was not of brilliant quality, and I have subsequently felt shit all day.
This afternoon, I decided to go and lie on my bed and rest (I can't sleep in the day so that's the next best thing) but I just ended up thinking incredibly morbid things and generally feeling really depressed.
I just...I don't know. I'm finding it hard to be articulate. I would really just like today to be over, but tomorrow is GvHD clinic and Ram is probably going to be annoyed that I'm down to 3mg of steroid and I cannot be arsed to fight with him.
I've got nothing to say tonight. I'm sorry.
Oscar was sitting in a silly way tonight. Bless.