Once again, here I sit, curled up around a hot water bottle, trying to summon the energy to write a report, when all I want to do is lay down and whimper.
I'm so sick of being sick, CFS, IBS, FMS... and probably other three letter acronyms ending in S[yndrome].
Just so tired and weak and it's wholeheartedly not fair.
Life goes on. Or so they say.
Time to do the report, I guess, at least it doesn't have to be as comprehensive as the one from last weekend, so I can re-use a fair bit of what I wrote in that one.