Running on empty

21Feb08

The countdown to the house move is still ticking away – there’s really not long to go at all now – and what am I doing about it?

Well, I’m sitting at home writing this, because I’m too ill to go to work. I think I’ve been incubating something for a while now, and my immune system just finally gave up the ghost. Every joint aches; my head’s muzzy; my sinuses are blocked; I’ve had a headache for the last week; my throat feels like sandpaper. I’ve done nothing but sleep this week. Sleep, sleep, and more sleep.

And of course that sleep is full of anxiety nightmares. Nothing specific, and nothing worth mentioning (other people’s dreams are usually boring anyway) but it’s fairly obvious what’s causing it.

I thought the convention with being ill around times of great stress was that you didn’t get ill until afterwards. Like with Christmas – everyone rushes around trying to pull everything together at work and at home, trying to get all the food and the presents and fighting through the Christmas rush in the shops, and then by the time Christmas day rolls around, they’re so exhausted that they catch a cold and end up sniffling their way through the holidays instead of enjoying them. If I’d come down with this lurgy after the move, that would’ve made sense. But no, it’s now, and it’s not letting me do anything worthwhile.

Yuck.

Time for some warm Ribena, I think.

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