Blergh
You know what's not pretty? Gastro. Not pretty at all. Had to leave work after only having been there for 2 hours yesterday. My wonderful mum picked me up, and drove me to my parents' place, where she spent the day looking after me- making mke soup and tea, trying to get me to drink lots of fluids, and watching movies with me (my mum rules!). At the moment, sadly, my parents' place is the only place that feels like home - the old place, stripped of our belongings doesn't, and neither does the new place, which is still so unfamiliar, and is full of unpacked boxes and scattered furniture.
So I'm not working today either. Feeling really drained, and my joints hurt, for some reason (of viral nature), as do my sinuses, which hurt quite a lot. However, tonight I have to go "home" (to one of the two places) to continue packing/unpacking. Blergh. Friday is our last day in the old place, and we have our final inspection of Saturday morning, which means the place has to be empty and at least somewhat clean by then (since it was only somewhat clean when we got it).
All I feel like doing is reading "The Lunatic Cafe" (4th Anita Blake book) in bed, possibly with peppermint tea with honey. And sleep.
So I'm not working today either. Feeling really drained, and my joints hurt, for some reason (of viral nature), as do my sinuses, which hurt quite a lot. However, tonight I have to go "home" (to one of the two places) to continue packing/unpacking. Blergh. Friday is our last day in the old place, and we have our final inspection of Saturday morning, which means the place has to be empty and at least somewhat clean by then (since it was only somewhat clean when we got it).
All I feel like doing is reading "The Lunatic Cafe" (4th Anita Blake book) in bed, possibly with peppermint tea with honey. And sleep.