The last few days have totally kicked my ass. I’ve been soooo very tired. I’m not sure if it is because of the hospital visit, the drugs I received at said hospital, the fact that I can’t seem to stay asleep for longer than 1.5 hours or if it is something else all together – or a combination of all of the above.

My legs are still aching, I’ve eased up on the walking, I only went around the block yesterday and will probably do the same again today. I’ve added some gentle stretches to try and help. I’ve looked up the side effects of my newest drug and it isn’t one, so I’m assuming it is just getting my legs working again after such a long time off.

My hearing is bad again, poor Weasel has had to start shouting at me again and I had a stupid melt-down at her because I get so sick of saying what all the time. I have a hard time on the phone too, so I’m sad because today I should get to talk to my sister. I’m hoping I’ll get lucky and I’ll be able to hear her okay. If not, we’ve found that she and Weasel get on like a house on fire so I can live through them.

Doodle came over last night for the first time in months. It was so nice to see him. He was a regular fixture on Friday nights for years for band practice, junk food and bonding. We watched four episodes of South Park that we’d missed because of my illness. We ate delicious pizza and he and Weasel got to play some beautiful music together. We also got to reassure ourselves that we’re not crazy. Stoat has an idea for a website that keeps changing every time we talk to him about it. The last version I knew about, I realised yesterday would be a waste of time and money and would result in a lot of grumpiness. I said as much to Doodle and he was able to confirm that he had reached the same conclusion. So the plan is to have a long talk, write ideas down and then see how we can move forward – all of this happens the next time I’m well enough to go to their house. Who knows when that will be though.

I get to see Horatio!! Weasel is going to see her friend [so want to spill on this, but respect for Weasel makes me hold back] on the 9th of February so Horatio is being so very sweet and coming down for the day on the train. It is like six hours of travel, but it’ll be so worth it. This has been so hard because I haven’t been able to talk or hear so the phone has been severely limited, the computer is a bit hit and miss for me too so sometimes it’ll be two weeks between talking. Thankfully he is a patient type and has been so kind during all of this. I’m just excited to be excited to see him – I haven’t been well enough to be properly excited until now.

I have a lot of notes and e-mails I should write and I haven’t. I just have a hard time getting started. The first thing I had to do was get a summary of my illness up somewhere – which I have. I also wanted a copy that wasn’t on my website so I could share it with my family and some friends – now that’s in place too here: http://homepages.nildram.co.uk/~spacedog. Now I just have to write the notes to go with it. This weekend was just hard for me I think. I’m hoping I’ll perk up as the week goes by.

One very good thing – I finished the oral antibiotics finally! One of them I had to take twice a day and I wasn’t allowed to have diary products at the same time. No problem in the morning, I skipped my yoghurt and Yakult and had soya milk instead. Dinner though pretty much always involved cheese. Weasel and I love cheese. So if we were late having dinner, I’d have to set alarms in the night to take the second one at 11 or similar. I’m just so glad to be free to have dairy any time! I have to find any good I can in my life at the moment.

My parents gave me a £40 Amazon gift certificate for Christmas and lordy I am spoilt for choice. I have a wish list that is fairly up-to-date, but there are so many things I could get that I hadn’t thought of – like Nintendo DS games. I’ve never browsed any of them before. Thankfully I have a year to settle on something.

I wish I had more to say, but I’ve just been feeling under the weather and tired – nothing has really happened.