Monday Afternoon

Well this morning I took the bike down to Honest Al and he said he would fix it for a £5. So I left it with him.
I came back and I was locked out again because I had taken the bike keys not the house keys.
My neighbours were keeling over laughing, but I felt so tired, I wanted to lie down in the garden and sleep.

I really am not well today, I have the chills but I am clammy like in the old days when I used to train hard and faint and vomit. I feel sick sometimes now, but I am sleepy like the usual illness where I don't really wake up, but my arms and legs are shaky and achy too. Like a real bad relapse.

Anyway, I struggled up to the post office to get the last of my money out and then I got some food and teabags and walked along the very splashy seafront, hug waves leaping over the wall, but I am too tired to enjoy it.

Oh, I know about bidets now, it is for washing one's posterior in.

The NHS symptom checker either tells me to call an ambulance or go to A&E, but I have had enough of the NHS wasting my time and me wasting their time, so I think I will go to bed.
It is 2pm and I am going to bed, I hate this sickness, and knowing I will not get better or ever be properly helped medically.
The NHS symptom checker is a freak show, the NHS go on about people wasting A&E time but their symptom checker causes that to happen.