Not so scared, but nervous - have to go to the medical centre this afternoon about chest pains I’ve been having over the weekend. I’m not even trying to find anything good about that, just hoping I’ll get called a hypochondriac fairly politely and sent home. But I need to find some good points!
My handling of the situation and our different perspectives on it precipitated a Serious Talk with Ducki, but we cleared the air and overall he’s been really sweet about the amount of online hand-holding I’ve needed.
I didn’t get properly sick until Saturday afternoon, and I’d managed to spend the morning doing practical stuff like cleaning the kitchen and making bread. This means I am not looking at squalour every time I go in there, and that I have something quick to eat. (generally the problems start when I get up and walk around, so while I am capable of eating I have a limited ability to prepare food)
I’ve been functional *enough* in the circumstances - I’ve kept up with laundry and written 400 words or so of thesis conclusion this morning. And made an appointment at the health centre.
