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Day Seven – Cold and Sweaty

Thursday 07 April 2022 Day Seven – Cold and Sweaty

I’m totally nauseated all day today. It’s a combination of tiredness from a restless night’s sleep, Covid and the onset of PMS I’m sure. The howling wind last night really did a number on my sleep, but the worst of it had to be every leading cast member of Suits coming to haunt my nightmares. Each one of them wanted a clean 50 mil and I couldn’t get it to them. I woke up more stressed and unwell than I was going to sleep.

Over breakfast, my housemate keenly reminded me that I lied in the post Day One – Faintly Positive about not having watched Suits since the first lockdown. I blame this fib for my nightmares. It was a mere extension of the truth Jessica, I swear! I just have not binge-watched it since then, not in the same Covid-induced way as the initial lockdown. Here’s hoping that’s the end of those nightmares now that I’ve come clean…

A weird sense of determinism came over me this day. I really did not want to let anything get me down too much. I was getting really sick of this whole rigmarole. I did my eyebrows and accidentally cut myself in the process. Did my hair – hated it. Determinism only counts for so much…I showered, shit, and shaved like I was going out on the town, only to get back into my trackies and feel mildly gross all day.

I still did some chores, some writing and editing, and even some HTML for this blog site. I was really trying.

With this sense of determinism, I was determined that I was feeling well enough to enjoy a takeaway. That evening, as I waited for my pizza delivery I started to burn up and sweat but I still felt so cold. Shivers, goosebumps, sweats, clammy palms, flush face, hot forehead, even with the help of paracetamol. 36.4 C to 37.1 C in 30 mins. The Jonas Brothers had nothing on me that day.

The pizza might as well have been a frozen one. It didn’t taste like much, and I could barely taste the difference between the dips. I was so excited about it, knowing that this pizza is always delicious. I was miserable.

9pm bedtime. I didn’t know what else to do. Totally fed up.

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