GIP-ish

Because belugas make me happy. And trick me into feeling cooler. And because it's the only thing I've actually FINISHED all day.

OK. Despite the fact that it's so bloody hot I feel like throwing up, I have eaten:

A bowl of baby carrots, lavishly hummus'd.
Two plums.
Two sesame snaps.
And a banana.

It'll do.

damned_colonial noted recently that I never talk much about my personal life on lj. There is no real reason for this except that mostly, just typing it all out makes me feel tired and bored with myself. Samuel Pepys I am not.

Especially right now.

I used to be good at heat. OTOH, the loss of appetite didn't used to be so hard to cope with; I really can't skip meals anymore, which when every bite feels like a penance is a significant problem. One of the really boring and vile things about fibro is that it enforces a fairly high level of self-concern, which I'm socialized to feel guilty about at the best of times. Add in having to fight to eat and stay hydrated and I start feeling like my own part time job, and GOD, how inexpressibly tedious is that?

I'll be okay. But today, life feels like rolling large rocks up very long hills.

*is squished*

Time to go stand under a cold shower until I start to shiver. Then, I shall watch BSG 2.2 and see how much cool liquid I can drink while watching it, I think.

My exciting stupid life. Normal programming will resume soon, honest.

OTOH: I have the best husband in the world, and the bestest wife, and a fabulous girlfriend, and wonderful friends. And even when I'm too flattened to actually do much more than sort of stare at you all, I do know that I'm very lucky.

*smooches floopily*

Eustacian Tubes and other CS Lewis Characters...

~ or, having hydrated, cooled, rested, and fed myself w/o achieving any sort of improvement and therefore having been dragged off to the doctor when I lay down and realized the room was spinning --

The other possibility is that I could have spent the last few days feeling spacey, pukey and confused because I have an ear infection that is buggering my sense of balance.

So now I have drugs. Many drugs. And the painful duty of informing all and sundry that I'll be a little slow for a couple of days, because focussing makes me slightly dizzy.