Today is a couch day. Getting out of bed was really hard and I'm not sure, but I'm a little worried that I'm having a bit of a health thing, and my GP seemed to think so too when we spoke last night.

I've spent most of the day waiting for doctors to phone me. I'm still waiting. I also updated my medications list and writing that 'Dear Nurses, please don't treat me like shit' letter which was not on Dave because last time it was done by some weird, archaic method involving "pen" and "paper". Still need to print them off. Am hoping this flurry of preparedness is entirely unnecessary.

(Gastic stuff, in case you were wondering.)

Hopefully easing but it's taking a toll on the rest of me. At worst, my gastro will want to have a proper look, not a procedure I find daunting in itself, but it's a lot of fuss and bother. Hopefully my body won't feel too bashed around for too long, if I'm really lucky they'll establish that I'm anemic. This would be good, because anemia is treatable whereas if it's just my regular CFS lack of stamina and overreaction to exertion and stress, I'm screwed.

Updating documents like that is kind of saddening. I imagine it's a bit like doing your will. None of us really like to think we're mortal, I certainly don't.

Addit.: The specialist did what specialists do best, which is be totally unfazed no matter what you tell them. No drama, just pathology vampires descending tomorrow and I will see him on Friday. So. I guess I am having a Health Thing, in that I feel crap and things do need to be looked at, but I can stay right here for now, which is all I want really.

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On the plus side, 10B and Ro are preparing a base for a wood fired oven we're building in the back yard. When I say 'we' I mean The Usual Gang Of Suspects. Except me, really. I'll just lie around and say yay a lot.

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We're not mental so stop saying that. ;)