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May. 15th, 2016 12:34 pmI am listening to an old podcast, and now I really want to go to Pizza Express. I also miss cheese on toast, pate, wotsits, vegetables that are obtained without effort on my part, and puddings. A lovely apple crumble would go down a treat right now.
Last night I dreamt I had another rejection from a job in Antarctica, and at the bottom of the (very kind) letter they added a PS asking after my welfare, as they thought my application had betrayed that I was completely barking and in need of immediate attention.
I have been shitting out my innards since 7am on Saturday. After the first few hours it calmed down somewhat so that it was still virulent, but not bed-endangeringly urgent. I have reintroduced solids on the basis that if I'm going to keep at it, I may as well have something inside me to expel.
I thought I might be really ill yesterday, as I had a malaria-esque headache and felt very vomity and unwell, but after dozing most of the day and then mainlining HOuse of Cards into the small hour to make me tired enough to sleep properly, I feel much better. I am almost disappointed -I am so pissed off with everything at work I would not have been reluctant to grab a medevac and finish up early, and let the project go fuck itself. Not a good attitude to be having, But I belatedly realised that I accidentally missed taking antidepressants quite a bit last week, so if I am more diligent then that could be something that helps a lot.
I should probably get out of bed now though. Earlier I was drinking water and whooshed it all down my neck by mistake and have been lying in an uncomfortably damp patch. I'd like to think I might take the oportunity to do some pilates, but more likely I shall just sit on the edge of the bed and do exactly the same as I had been while lying in bed- watching TV and messing around online.
Last night I dreamt I had another rejection from a job in Antarctica, and at the bottom of the (very kind) letter they added a PS asking after my welfare, as they thought my application had betrayed that I was completely barking and in need of immediate attention.
I have been shitting out my innards since 7am on Saturday. After the first few hours it calmed down somewhat so that it was still virulent, but not bed-endangeringly urgent. I have reintroduced solids on the basis that if I'm going to keep at it, I may as well have something inside me to expel.
I thought I might be really ill yesterday, as I had a malaria-esque headache and felt very vomity and unwell, but after dozing most of the day and then mainlining HOuse of Cards into the small hour to make me tired enough to sleep properly, I feel much better. I am almost disappointed -I am so pissed off with everything at work I would not have been reluctant to grab a medevac and finish up early, and let the project go fuck itself. Not a good attitude to be having, But I belatedly realised that I accidentally missed taking antidepressants quite a bit last week, so if I am more diligent then that could be something that helps a lot.
I should probably get out of bed now though. Earlier I was drinking water and whooshed it all down my neck by mistake and have been lying in an uncomfortably damp patch. I'd like to think I might take the oportunity to do some pilates, but more likely I shall just sit on the edge of the bed and do exactly the same as I had been while lying in bed- watching TV and messing around online.
