The 31st & 1st; Drugs, not bugs.

 The 31st of January.

Oh, it has not been a good day. I woke up feeling absolutely dreadful - my arms, legs, stomach and neck ached like crazy, I was really cold and shivery, despite being in my bed with my dressing gown over my duvet, and I had to up my oxygen to 2 litres. Just terrible.

Mommy and Daddy were out at the QE for hand clinic, so I texted Mommy and told her how I was feeling, and thankfully she was finished so they were coming home.

When they arrived, I took my temperature, which was 35.9, so I was actually cold, but I took some paracetamol anyway, which helped me stop shivering. I ate a crumpet very slowly (it was cold by the time I finished), because it was a huge effort, and took my regular tablets.

Over the course of the morning, I managed to get out from under the duvet and get changed into my twosie. I got downstairs around lunchtime, and I ate a boiled egg with some soldiers before I spent the entire afternoon with my eyes closed, sometimes asleep, sometimes resting.

We think it is because of the gabapentin. One of the side effects can be flu-like symptoms, so I am not taking it tonight and we'll see how I am tomorrow. I really hope this is because of drugs, not bugs.

The 1st of February.

I felt much better this morning, although that was quickly ruined by the news of Jeremy Hardy's death. Such a devastating shock. He was one of my favourite News Quiz panellists, and his own series on Radio 4 was always a joy to listen to, no matter how many times I'd heard it before. He was a socialist who used his principles to inform his humour and never wavered. We have lost a great man.

All the horrible symptoms I was experiencing yesterday are gone, so it looks like it was the gabapentin. I will try it again, but not until next week. I was prepared for some breathing trouble, but not feeling like I had the flu. Fuck's sake.

Today, I have written up the blog post that I would have done yesterday, had I not felt quite so ghastly, and I started knitting the second sleeve of my jumper while I finished the fifth season of The Walking Dead.

Tonight, my back is intolerably bad, and my stomach has decided to hurt too. Really not enjoying my body at the moment.