I haven’t left my pit since yesterday. I can’t ever remember feeling this awful whilst being concious. I drift in and out of sleep and feel so ill when I am awake.
Of course, I have my nurse on duty who wants the duvet far more than she wants to be with me. On the left, those are my socked feet sticking out because BeAnne always puts up a good fight and there is no budging. Not never. I gave up long ago.
Later on in the day, BeAnne decided to sleep with her head down the bed. Those are feets sticking out.
But she is my constant companion and it is nice that she bothers – in her own little way.
The resemblance is strking to this painting by Paul Doyle called “Spoilt”!
I tried to eat some scrambled eggs but the thought was better than the actual eating. BeAnee was happy to wash up.
Nausea was yesterday, that has gone but I have no appetite.
Unceasing and unresponsive headache on front of head, side of head and back of neck.
Photophobia – yesterday I couldn’t even turn on an ipad for the glare.
No internal thermostat – yesterday I was cold to my bones. Today I am either too hot or too cold – there is no middle ground.
I ache all over
Endless bloody coughing.
I sleep a lot.
I can live with everything but the headaches. They are wearing and horrid.