bodies are terrible

[kaberett]

I spent an indeterminate amount of time (I wasn't up to checking; I didn't really have much sense of the passage of it) lying very still on the bathroom floor at around 5am. When I managed to drag myself back out of bed at 11 I discovered I'd pulled my towel down to act as a pillow during the horrible clammy nauseous shivering, which up until that point I'd had no recollection of doing. It was pain levels such that your hearing starts buzzing and your movements are extremely erratic; I was sufficiently out of it that it didn't occur to me that I could take codeine (and probably wouldn't have been able to if it had), and bad enough that I seriously considered calling an ambulance in case it was something worse than Just Period Pain (or at least so they'd fucking give me some morphine I didn't have to swallow); the major argument against so doing was honestly "I don't want them to have to break the front door down but I'm pretty certain I can't get down the stairs safely" (plus, you know, "I'm not convinced I'll actually be able to make sentences at the dispatcher" -- A is away this weekend).

So that was fun.

I am now more awake and therefore actually managing to, yes, take some fucking codeine. You can tell I am doing better because I have managed to type this, but "better" is unfortunately still "seven spiking frequently to nine" and "vocalising pain a lot" and "eyes aren't doing a great job of focussing" and "actually I am pretty erratic and not reliably paying attention from one second to the next", which: ALSO SHIT.

(shortcipher is on his way to visit -- he was anyway -- and I am preemptively feeling guilty for being TERRIBLE COMPANY.)

oh thank FUCK the codeine just hit yesssss

Comments

[ewt]

Not fun! Thinking of you.

[kaberett]

Thank you: I am now substantially less enpained (thanks be to the passing of time) and have gritted my teeth in the direction of Taking Next Steps.