I’ve always had this idea of myself as someone who doesn’t get ill, but that has become increasingly illogical in the last year.
I’m back in my bed again, having woken up feeling ravenously hungry this morning but being sick as soon as I tried to eat. I don’t feel quite as bad as I did back in June but it’s similar and I hate being stuck in bed and exhausted.
Ugh. Some use I’ve turned out to be. So far this week I’ve allowed a child to injure herself badly, I’ve forgotten to do several basic things, and I’ve had to give up and go back to bed twice and leave the family rather in the lurch.
Someone come and look after me, please, I feel awful.