I feel quite a bit better today. I wish I looked better. Wednesday evening I was feeling improved, but when I changed to go to bed I discovered I'd developed a horrible rash.
I went out Thursday morning to do my regular watering, a brisk-but-not-strenuous 15 minutes of exercise. When I got back in the house I was exhausted. It was a couple days since I'd eat eaten much. I decided I needed to eat a little more for lunch. After lunch, between having a little rash showing on my face and thinking I wasn't ready for any more exercise I skipped walking up the block to the mail boxes. Having slept a lot the previous days I thought I wouldn't sleep yesterday afternoon. But I drifted off, having my cat wake me when he wanted his dinner.
I couldn't really feel the rash Wednesday into Thursday. Last night it was annoying, but fortunately I could ignore it by thinking about other things, and I've never been particularly good at that. My sleep schedule is totally messed up.
My poor cat is totally confused. He can't understand why I won't let him stick his face next mine in bed but can still snuggle up to my legs. He can't understand why I'm not following my usual routine, why I'm not working in my library every day, where he can jump up and sit on my papers till I pick him up and drop him in my lap, why I keep fending him off when I'm resting in my recliner. I just don't want him catching this!
I went out Thursday morning to do my regular watering, a brisk-but-not-strenuous 15 minutes of exercise. When I got back in the house I was exhausted. It was a couple days since I'd eat eaten much. I decided I needed to eat a little more for lunch. After lunch, between having a little rash showing on my face and thinking I wasn't ready for any more exercise I skipped walking up the block to the mail boxes. Having slept a lot the previous days I thought I wouldn't sleep yesterday afternoon. But I drifted off, having my cat wake me when he wanted his dinner.
I couldn't really feel the rash Wednesday into Thursday. Last night it was annoying, but fortunately I could ignore it by thinking about other things, and I've never been particularly good at that. My sleep schedule is totally messed up.
My poor cat is totally confused. He can't understand why I won't let him stick his face next mine in bed but can still snuggle up to my legs. He can't understand why I'm not following my usual routine, why I'm not working in my library every day, where he can jump up and sit on my papers till I pick him up and drop him in my lap, why I keep fending him off when I'm resting in my recliner. I just don't want him catching this!
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