Bleh, again

This is weird. Cold sweat is rarely a sign of glowing good health; I am not precisely ill, yet I am not well, either. Something doesn't feel quite right and I can't figure out precisely what it is.

Other than the remnant ache in my back from the weekend (nearly cleared up now, thanks for asking), I am not in actual physical discomfort, nor do I feel nauseous. And yet, for want of a better word, I feel wan, washed out. Werte I a battery you would be taking the back off the remote and looking at me suspiciously, not sure whether to put a new one in, or soldier on in the hopes that there's still some life in the cells yet.

Yesterday I left work comparatively early, got home before six, and spent most of the evening slumped on my bed, listening to the radio, drifting in and out of semi-sleep.

Beastie bless him, reckons it sounds like Hypoglycemia. Admittedly I didn't eat much yesterday, skipping lunch and all, so that's a possibility. But middle-aged fatties worry when anything that sounds diabetes related is mentioned. My quack keeps telling me that I should be diabetic, and I keep pointing out that I'm not, and have the blood tests to prove it. That in mind, such words as the one beginning with 'H' above do tend to tickle the worry glands a touch.

Maybe I've just got beri-beri. At least that's newsworthy.

Back to work, I guess.

Bleh, again

This is weird. Cold sweat is rarely a sign of glowing good health; I am not precisely ill, yet I am not well, either. Something doesn't feel quite right and I can't figure out precisely what it is.

Other than the remnant ache in my back from the weekend (nearly cleared up now, thanks for asking), I am not in actual physical discomfort, nor do I feel nauseous. And yet, for want of a better word, I feel wan, washed out. Werte I a battery you would be taking the back off the remote and looking at me suspiciously, not sure whether to put a new one in, or soldier on in the hopes that there's still some life in the cells yet.

Yesterday I left work comparatively early, got home before six, and spent most of the evening slumped on my bed, listening to the radio, drifting in and out of semi-sleep.

Beastie bless him, reckons it sounds like Hypoglycemia. Admittedly I didn't eat much yesterday, skipping lunch and all, so that's a possibility. But middle-aged fatties worry when anything that sounds diabetes related is mentioned. My quack keeps telling me that I should be diabetic, and I keep pointing out that I'm not, and have the blood tests to prove it. That in mind, such words as the one beginning with 'H' above do tend to tickle the worry glands a touch.

Maybe I've just got beri-beri. At least that's newsworthy.

Back to work, I guess.

Grind, grind, grind...

I have perked up quite considerably since this morning. I reckon that if I go home early again, and get an extended amount of kip, all will be well again, though I shall be keeping a close eye on this blood sugar malarkey; I have no intention of having to take more medication than I am already on, thank you very much.

I think caffeine_fairy is right: I need a holiday. I shall be booking a week off in September for the annual trip to the coast with me silver-haired Ma, and this time I shall have to co-ordinate it with my eldest niece's 18th birthday. Now that makes me feel old. (How old does it make Mum feel?).

In the spirit of taking the opportunities as they come to you, I have spent some of today trying to write an NWO character sheet - or at least what I can ahead of the big plot meet in 10 days' time or so. I am beginning to think that this year off was a poor idea, as I am finding it very hard to keep going. I have managed a little over a page and a half and am struggling. Mind you, that is a page and a half of 10 point, with none of the quotations and things we normally stuff in between sections, and no -as yet- fancy title piece. Add those in, and it's probably good for another page, so I shouldn't be too disheartened. I may try writing some more tonight, but frankly, the footie is on telly, and I want to get to bed comparatively early as mentioned earlier.

I also have CDs to burn. I rather rashly mentioned bit torrents to a chap at work, and the fact that I am downloading the two Stargates and BSG. I now have an audience for them, and am beginning to understand how romney must feel, though with fewer hamster references.

On a completely unrelated note, the weather outside suggests that Autumn has popped in to see where it will be working in a couple of months time. It is wet and windy and rather gloomy. Nice.

Grind, grind, grind...

I have perked up quite considerably since this morning. I reckon that if I go home early again, and get an extended amount of kip, all will be well again, though I shall be keeping a close eye on this blood sugar malarkey; I have no intention of having to take more medication than I am already on, thank you very much.

I think caffeine_fairy is right: I need a holiday. I shall be booking a week off in September for the annual trip to the coast with me silver-haired Ma, and this time I shall have to co-ordinate it with my eldest niece's 18th birthday. Now that makes me feel old. (How old does it make Mum feel?).

In the spirit of taking the opportunities as they come to you, I have spent some of today trying to write an NWO character sheet - or at least what I can ahead of the big plot meet in 10 days' time or so. I am beginning to think that this year off was a poor idea, as I am finding it very hard to keep going. I have managed a little over a page and a half and am struggling. Mind you, that is a page and a half of 10 point, with none of the quotations and things we normally stuff in between sections, and no -as yet- fancy title piece. Add those in, and it's probably good for another page, so I shouldn't be too disheartened. I may try writing some more tonight, but frankly, the footie is on telly, and I want to get to bed comparatively early as mentioned earlier.

I also have CDs to burn. I rather rashly mentioned bit torrents to a chap at work, and the fact that I am downloading the two Stargates and BSG. I now have an audience for them, and am beginning to understand how romney must feel, though with fewer hamster references.

On a completely unrelated note, the weather outside suggests that Autumn has popped in to see where it will be working in a couple of months time. It is wet and windy and rather gloomy. Nice.

Bit Trickle

I have had a bit torrent running since just before midnight last night.

It is only 349mB and still has over 6 hours to run; the 2.3kB/s download speed mocks my mighty 2mB broadband.

Bit Trickle

I have had a bit torrent running since just before midnight last night.

It is only 349mB and still has over 6 hours to run; the 2.3kB/s download speed mocks my mighty 2mB broadband.