I’m exhausted, and a little on the dizzy side. It’s been a challenging weekend, and I’ve done far too much. It’s at times like this where I employ the phrase ending “… but it was fun getting there.”
Yesterday my parents took me to town to choose my birthday present. I turn 30 in a little over 2 weeks time – a prospect that leaves me a little melancholy if I’m perfectly honest about it, not because I am to turn 30 but that it is another ‘big’ birthday since I got ill that I have not been well enough to do anything ‘big’ to celebrate, plus a few other reasons I won’t go into. I’m still nowhere near recovered allergy-wise from my recent big hiccough, and the telling sign was I am back to reacting to virtually every shop I enter – for some really odd reason I was OK in Marks & Spencer! The day was a success though, in that I chose some lovely presents for my birthday and my graduation, and got some nice shoes too. With the aid of a mobility scooter I also bought some funky slipper socks at Sainsbury’s.
Today my family had a belated celebration meal at the only place I can eat fairly freely and without worry about my allergies. It ‘only’ involved me sitting in a car, transferring to the table at the place, and eating, but by the end of the meal I knew I’d over-done it big time. I get vertigo spells when I’m extremely exhausted or when I have over-done it, but before it has been limited to home, or where ever I am staying that night. Today it happened while I was out.
I’m that exhausted and having vertigo spells that it’s taken me over 5 hours to write this, and I know I am going to have to do absolutely nothing for the next few days.
Now it’s time for bed.
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