I have not coughed up blood in over four days now

I have done a bit this week.  Not a lot, but a bit.  And I paid for that bit.

Have been mostly living on precooked meals that midget dropped down, and got a couple of dinners out of a take-n-bake box that Carla got me from Johnny's Southern Kitchen.
Basically no cooking of my own - though I now really have to do dishes.  Failing to do anything much around the house, just on top of laundry and nothing else.

On Wednesday evening I went for dinner and some socialising at a friends place - they picked me up and dropped me off and yet I still spent the next day basically too exhausted from it to do anything.

Friday I walked in and saw my counsellor.  By about half way in my lung stung with every breath.
Had a nice chat mostly just about how I have been too sick and exhausted to have much in the way of emotions.  So mostly my counselling appointment got wasted on pneumonia, but was rather nice and chill.  First appointment I haven't cried at.
On the way home I caught up with a surprisingly large number of friends in the street.  Was really nice.  Even had a very nice chat with Shitlord's flatmates - who still seem like they are on my side in it all.

Today my trans-sister visited for a bit to talk about her exciting social life - there is a lot of catching up happening for having been isolated through her late teens and most of her 20s, now in her 30s she is doing the undergrad style over-socialising.  Sick as I am, just hearing about it was exhausting.

I have been playing a bunch of Pokemon Sword, am now two badges in.  I get tired fast so I can't play for long before I need a nap.  And after the walking of yesterday I am pretty much just sore everywhere today.

But I am recovering.
Slowly.

Hopefully I will be feeling mostly normal again by the time I turn 40.
Assuming I live that long.