Tracking thins with the thermometer that Carla bought me showed that when I start to feel weird and gooey it means I am getting warm. Sometimes only into the 37s, sometimes all the way up into the low 38s.
This made me more glad I had already made and was waiting for an appointment with my GP.
Sunday and Monday were all PJs and unwashed grossness. After Sunday being a diet of stew and nothing but sew, Monday I justified ordering bibimbap delivered.
On Monday my patience with Pokemon finally cracked and I went back to the story so I could finish it.
Tuesday I washed and dressed and left the house. Doctors appointment that involved over 40 minutes of impatiently waiting as he was running far behind schedule and then being sent for blood tests without any drugs for the interim - which is fair as he has no idea what is causing the temperature spikes.
The doctor was also the first time I had spoken to anyone outside my house in a week (during which time I had only had one short conversation in my house). I am unhealthily isolated and possibly snapping.
Then group therapy. Which I do not like and don't particularly feel is helpful for me. Maybe when we get on to actual CBT it will seem more use.
Got the blood tests on the way home, then played the post-game of Pokemon Sword. Am now pretty much done - can judge IVs and get angry at how the Pokemon I like mostly have terrible stats - except my flapple who is amazing and in my heart forever.....
Flapple for the win.
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