Er, hello.
I am sort of better. Most of my symptoms went quite suddenly on Tuesday morning, but my glands remain up and I am therefore in some sort of cautious limbo, not wanting to even test the waters in case it gives my body an excuse to rebel.
We moved house on Tuesday and Wednesday. I obviously didn’t really do very much, lying on pieces of furniture until they, one by one, got loaded into the van and eventually lying on the carpet which I’m pretty sure MindReader’s sister found fairly strange.
On the house move, I can’t remember how much I’ve told the Internetz. We’re moving to Solihull, into MindReader’s sister’s old house, as soon as her new house is ready. I think we’re going to be living in Tamworth with MadFather for the rest of the summer and some of the autumn. In light of recent events, when I eventually do go back to work I don’t really want to add a commute on my list of things to deal with but we don’t really have any other options currently.
So. Since moving, I feel a bit worse, which is playing on my mind because I really did do nothing. I get dizzy whenever I do anything for more than a few minutes which is pretty standard post-flu behaviour for my body, but, and here’s the thing.
My legs – they don’t seem to work!
A feeling that my legs are bending backwards is something I get when ill, and something I think I have written about on here before, but this is sort of a prolonged case of it, combined with shaking, aching muscles. I am hoping it’s just one more way my body tells me that SOMETHING IS WRONG in that urgent, attention-seeking way that it does.
Yes, so, we have moved back home, and I haven’t gone back to work or even done legal work from home. The whole mono/glandular fever saga has frightened me into not overdoing it and suddenly I look back on all the other bugs I’ve had throughout this illness and wonder how I recovered at all. Being overly cautious may be good on the fatigue side of things but actually I think I may have gone a little crazy. I actually worried about the fact that there are STAIRS in his Tamworth and a lift at the flat in Birmingham. I mean – get over it.
It’s quite chaotic at MadFather’s because his home seems to have become a bit of a refuge for divorced 50 year old men. Currently staying with him is a man MadFather calls Octopus. He plays squash with him and he’s very lanky with long arms and legs that go everywhere, apparently. Octopus has brought his dog with him, who is called Mush, and humped my leg earlier today (maybe that’s why they feel shaky?!).
So me, MindReader, our 5 fish, MadFather, Octopus and Mush are all living together. You couldn’t make it up, could you?
Regarding the glandular fever, and don’t think it’s not been on my mind because it’s at the bottom of the post, I rang the doctor yesterday (my test was supposed to be this morning) and informed him that I have no symptoms now really, and that I never had a sore throat or a fever. He told me that it’s SO unlikely to recur, and it’s SO unlikely to get it without the sore throat, that I should just not have it since I’m ‘generally on the mend’ (although it is debatable whether my body ‘does’ mending or just complains a lot). So I gaily said “great! cancelled!” and hung up, much to MindReader’s amusement.
So presuming my glands go down and my legs start working again, we’ll never know what it was, I guess. You’re up to speed!
Oh yes and thank you for all the emails – my inbox crashed!
