Well, what a fun week it's (not) been.
Lots of (other people's) crises, requiring Kay The Helping Hand. No, I was not in superhero mode, I did only what I could and seemed sensible (well, OK, I ended up doing a few things that were Necessary, but that's the way the cookie crumbles).
Even though I took it very gently, I still ended up feeling shaky and dreadful.
At least I have a (provisional) diagnosis now: glandular fever (infectious mononucleosis, for you med spods out there). Which explains a lot. I'd not even considered that as a possible explanation, since I had it in my late teens, and I'd assumed that one dose of it rendered one immune for life. Not so, apparently.
So, now the crises are either over or are being handled by other people, and it's back to taking it very very easy again (translation: stay in bed and feel pathetic), because, it being a virus, there's sod all else I can do, and wondering whether it was the g.f. I had before (in which case I've given it to Laura, and she won't be at all happy with me, since it means she's too ill to do work in the stables) or whether Laura has given it to me.
Plus I've been exposed to a kid with chicken pox, so I may be getting another bloody shingles flareup - let's hope not, the last one was plenty bad enough.
OK, so APART from all the whinging, how's Kay? pretty good, as it happens. Doing a lot of reading - well, what else can one do when confined to bed? - intermittently catching up on all the mail and USENET posts that have been accumulating, getting a phonecall from Katherine last night (which Jus took, as I was in in-bed mode) saying that the Venice conference went really well, eating more icecream in a week than I normally eat in a year to soothe my throat, enjoying the sunshine from my bedroom window, planning where to plant the lilies (which have now grown way too large for their pots) and some of the other shrubs, and just generally being mellow and laid back. This Too Shall Pass, after all.
Still not heard anything from my doc about the physio/hydro course he wants to send me on, and it's been a couple of weeks now, so I'll probably give him a call tomorrow (note to self: must warn him that I'll be on holiday for a week in May, so no scheduling things for then).
Anyone who's mailed me and not heard back - mea culpa. It really has been a busy and exhausting time. I'll be working though my mail as and when I have small energy bursts.
Take care, be good to yourselves, and I'll be back when I'm feeling up to it.