October 21st, 2019 – 390

I am in so much discomfort that I’ve had to cave and use up four extra days of holiday to recover. Six days of peace, for me to – I really hope – start to feel less like banging my head against the wall until I pass out, the only reliable way I can think to get some sleep right now. I’ve not slept well in four days, and at all in half of those. This is so infuriating but again, I have time to recover, getting annoyed will only make it worse.

I’m keeping these brief while I’m ill because writing a thousand words is hard enough when you bend over in a nauseous coughing fit every three minutes. I’ll try and make them more than two lines though; that was when the migraine ruled the roost, and I think you can imagine what looking at a screen was like. Imagine writing a thousand words of that.