I had a really crappy night.
It wasn’t enough that it was a billion degrees but my insides decided they didn’t like me anymore. Cramps, normal side pain and crippling nausea. I’m so glad I have those anti nausea drugs or the night would have been far worse.
My heart rate was over 100 and generally it was not a fun time.
I’ve spent the day feeling sorry for myself and not moving much. Up until mum came home I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. To be honest, if she hadn’t sorted dinner I probably wouldn’t have bothered with eating again.
Being ill sucks.
Coincidentally 2 years ago today I was in hospital with that second round of PID.
Maybe my insides hate summer?
Thankfully tomorrow is dead people day so I won’t have to do too much in terms of heaving lifting and manual handling.