gillpolack @ 2014-05-01T14:04:00
Today is a healing day. All my good intentions lead me in a path towards bed and more sleep. I have interesting dreams and wake up hours later wondering where all this fatigue comes from. I look in the mirror and see just how sick I was because my face is reducing to normal size and normal colour and my breathing is sane again. It would all be very exciting, if I weren't so exceptionally sleepy.
It takes quite some fatigue to override the nervous energy of cortisone. Also, it probably helped that I overdid it yesterday by meeting so many obligations (on foot, for I experimented with catching no busses, in the hopes of freeing more lung space). Tomorrow is my last day on these large doses of drugs, though, and the antibiotics are beginning to hit the chest problems and it was all worth it. I have no exceptional pain or strange symptoms, you see. This is healing sleep, not sick sleep.
There are some unavoidables today, too. This is not a time of the year when illness produces free time to get better, but I'll fit them in around sleeps.
It'll be Monday or Tuesday before I'm really better and I'll probably need to take some extra care for a week or so longer, but the moment the sleep is all caught up, I'll be back to normal life. It's a good feeling.
And in other news, apparently tomorrow after class I acquire many green tomatoes. I've found two different low carb ways of cooking them, so I'm looking forward to playing with them. In fact, I'm looking forward to having the energy to play with them. I don't have it yet, however. I'm not quite up to cooking yet, and have been working though cheese and nuts and old vegies and reheated roast chicken (as my astonishing daily accomplishment) and I'm getting by. I was too tied to miss coking til today. Today I suddenly find myself sick of pieces of cheese or handsful of pistachios in lieu of meals.
it'll all be fine though, very soon, for I'm sleeping it off, at last.
It takes quite some fatigue to override the nervous energy of cortisone. Also, it probably helped that I overdid it yesterday by meeting so many obligations (on foot, for I experimented with catching no busses, in the hopes of freeing more lung space). Tomorrow is my last day on these large doses of drugs, though, and the antibiotics are beginning to hit the chest problems and it was all worth it. I have no exceptional pain or strange symptoms, you see. This is healing sleep, not sick sleep.
There are some unavoidables today, too. This is not a time of the year when illness produces free time to get better, but I'll fit them in around sleeps.
It'll be Monday or Tuesday before I'm really better and I'll probably need to take some extra care for a week or so longer, but the moment the sleep is all caught up, I'll be back to normal life. It's a good feeling.
And in other news, apparently tomorrow after class I acquire many green tomatoes. I've found two different low carb ways of cooking them, so I'm looking forward to playing with them. In fact, I'm looking forward to having the energy to play with them. I don't have it yet, however. I'm not quite up to cooking yet, and have been working though cheese and nuts and old vegies and reheated roast chicken (as my astonishing daily accomplishment) and I'm getting by. I was too tied to miss coking til today. Today I suddenly find myself sick of pieces of cheese or handsful of pistachios in lieu of meals.
it'll all be fine though, very soon, for I'm sleeping it off, at last.
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