February 18th, 2020 – 510

Ok so this has been, unpleasent. I woke up today in a hell of a lot of pain. Not as much mind you as the migraine in October last year, but enough to hurt. I have no idea why I am in pain, or what happened to my head. Best I can think is I slept wrong, but it feels like I slept on everything wrong. Even now my head is in a whirlpool and I’m falling deeper and deeper into it. I almost blacked out on the walk to work, and yes, I recognise I shouldn’t be at work at all, but I’m stubborn.

The good news is I managed to – somehow – write 1,000 words of WHT in spite of the wooziness. I got a little lucky there as the content I wrote today was all original, not from the first draft. If I’d had to focus on my god-forsaken handwriting I wouldn’t have made it. Now that’s all done I am tackling my work queue, but my vision is starting to conk out again. If I can avoid going home you better believe I am going to try. I have a sinking feeling though this resolve will last for an hour at most, if that. I hate being ill…