I've been feeling weak and ill all day, as if something is wrong in the vicinity of my stomach. It's not actually painful, just a sense of all my energy being drawn into that area and sucked up.
I couldn't get out of bed late this morning when George first came in to wake me up. I just rolled over and went back to sleep for another couple of hours. Then, at George's urging, I finally managed to drag myself to the edge of the bed, where I had to sit for a few minutes before I could actually rise.
Exercising? Forget about it. I started again on Monday, but today is a complete loss.
My brain is fuzzy too. I can't seem to concentrate. I don't feel depressed, just... not all here. At least I managed to get a couple of comic pages flatted for George's project.
I'm going to go to bed soon. Hopefully tomorrow I'll feel better. Part of me, though, hopes that I just die in my sleep.
I couldn't get out of bed late this morning when George first came in to wake me up. I just rolled over and went back to sleep for another couple of hours. Then, at George's urging, I finally managed to drag myself to the edge of the bed, where I had to sit for a few minutes before I could actually rise.
Exercising? Forget about it. I started again on Monday, but today is a complete loss.
My brain is fuzzy too. I can't seem to concentrate. I don't feel depressed, just... not all here. At least I managed to get a couple of comic pages flatted for George's project.
I'm going to go to bed soon. Hopefully tomorrow I'll feel better. Part of me, though, hopes that I just die in my sleep.
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It sounds like we aren't gaming, but I was inclined to suggest a get-together tomorrow anyhow - and I'm also hoping to assemble some people to see Stardust Sunday. Let us know if you're up for it, because we'd love to have you, and if you aren't, we'll understand and let you rest and recover.