I wasn't joking yesterday when I mentioned my fear of falling asleep during Valkyrie. Fortunately, I didn't. But only, I suspect, because I lay in bed until 1pm, knowing that I had to leave at half three. As soon as the final curtain came down, I started yawning, and realised that I was aching. Not in a 'I've been sat a long time in this seat' way, but in a 'I'm exhausted' sort of way. I went to bed at about half twelve, and apart from a very brief awakening at about ten o'clock, I slept through until two o'clock. That was an interesting test, actually, because my outing yesterday was nearly as long as a full workday, and kind of indicates how crap I would be if I went into work.
I finally got to see a GP last week, a locum. I presented my blood results from the private clinic. I explained that I know that the ESR results are vague (Baby Bro' has had patients with abnormal ESRs in one week that ranged from someone with terminal cancer to someone with the common cold. ), but I also mentioned that the private doctor was concerned about my thyroid.
As soon as I started using trechnical terms, the doctor's face lit up, and ordered some more blood tests, looking for myalgia (muscle pain), and something I can't read but looks like amnesia or andante (as if...). I'm now awaiting those blood results. My RL friends Ria and Megan, and my sister and my cousin Justin, all endorse Lyle's diagnosis of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome/ME/Yuppie Flu. Dr Matt, diagnosing from New Zealand by the magic of telephone reckons it's a post-infection debility emanating from glandular fever...
Psychologically, I'm not depressed, but I have a really bad case of roundtuit, which ranges from non-housework to non-blog-reading. I don't have much appetite, and my trousers are all beginning to hang off me in a somewhat frightening way. But in a funny way I'm sort of enjoying langouring around on the sofa.
And I've also discovered some slash fiction I wrote five or six years ago which gives a great insight into a time in my life when I was not writing either a paper diary or a blog. Which was rather nice, even though some of the fiction is a bit suspect...
