It is after midnight on a Tuesday morning. 6 minutes after midnight to be exact and anyone who knows me well enough, knows that I am not normally awake at this time. The reason I am awake is simple. I took ill on the lovely 4 day weekend I had planned for myself (the entirety of
I was only going to go to the doctor today, but luckily I called yesterday to make an appointment. Turns out he is away on course today and tomorrow, but managed to fit me in yesterday already. Remember I was sick in May? I had flu which turned into bronchitis and then developed a
OK. So I cheated a little with my weigh in this morning. When I first stepped on the scale it said I had gained 1.2kg. I refused to believe it and got on again. +600g. Stepped on again, no gain, no loss. Stepped on again, no gain, no loss. I weighed like 5 times consecutively
I’ve been booked off work again today. Hopefully it will be the last time for a while. I’m feeling really run down and exhausted and so sick of taking pills it’s not funny anymore. The doctor said I’m starting to feel so tired because my body has been deprived of oxygen for so long now.