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baratronNo one commented on my crappy day yesterday :(
It did in fact, get even worse, because I came home and sat in front of the computer for a bit attempting to write, and then came over Very Weird: itchy all over, and dizzy, and twitchy. I basically felt as though I was going to have a seizure, even though I haven't in decades. This particular set of symptoms happens every so often, and I still haven't had a seizure in decades, but it was kinda alarming. I dozed for a bit, and slept for a bit, and then when Richard came in about midnight I was the colour of... porridge. It shouldn't be possible for someone of my natural skintone to get paler than Richard, let alone as pale as I was. It might have been a migraine. My head was hurting, very specifically behind my right eye. I dunno. Whatever it was, it was Not Fun and I didn't enjoy it.
Also, I must have been looking rough when I came home because the guy in the station (who knows me because he gets the wheelchair ramp for me) asked if I was all right. I didn't really think anything of it because I knew I looked tired and stressed, but maybe I was pale as hell then. Huh.
In other news, I got a letter from Sutton Hospital today "inviting" me to make an appointment with their chronic fatigue service. How long has that taken? I phoned up immediately & the appointment is on Tuesday 11th December at 2.30pm.
Now I'm really tired and a bit disoriented. I don't normally fall asleep at 10pm and wake up at 9.50am (with an hour and a half in the middle of wakefulness because I needed to shovel food in and take my meds), and I only woke up because the phone rang. Blargh.
It did in fact, get even worse, because I came home and sat in front of the computer for a bit attempting to write, and then came over Very Weird: itchy all over, and dizzy, and twitchy. I basically felt as though I was going to have a seizure, even though I haven't in decades. This particular set of symptoms happens every so often, and I still haven't had a seizure in decades, but it was kinda alarming. I dozed for a bit, and slept for a bit, and then when Richard came in about midnight I was the colour of... porridge. It shouldn't be possible for someone of my natural skintone to get paler than Richard, let alone as pale as I was. It might have been a migraine. My head was hurting, very specifically behind my right eye. I dunno. Whatever it was, it was Not Fun and I didn't enjoy it.
Also, I must have been looking rough when I came home because the guy in the station (who knows me because he gets the wheelchair ramp for me) asked if I was all right. I didn't really think anything of it because I knew I looked tired and stressed, but maybe I was pale as hell then. Huh.
In other news, I got a letter from Sutton Hospital today "inviting" me to make an appointment with their chronic fatigue service. How long has that taken? I phoned up immediately & the appointment is on Tuesday 11th December at 2.30pm.
Now I'm really tired and a bit disoriented. I don't normally fall asleep at 10pm and wake up at 9.50am (with an hour and a half in the middle of wakefulness because I needed to shovel food in and take my meds), and I only woke up because the phone rang. Blargh.
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Date: 2012-11-22 02:30 pm (UTC)I don't actually think any of that has a practical impact on what I would post in a comment on your LJ, but it adds to the degree of overthinking which deters me from actually posting. But I would think it's an issue that I should deal with rather than you...