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Tuesday, 18 February 2020

20 hours

I woke at just after 4 am this morning.  I SO much pain.  It was one of those icepick headaches where both icepicks were moving in and out and twisting, but also being pushed away from each other making the whole skull feel warped and under pressure.  They are not my favourite kind of headache.
And it came with the sort of muscle pain that I assume means I had had a bit of a seizure.

After about an hour of lying in pain I got up to pee.  It didn't go great, I had little control of my limbs and the trip only a few metres to the bathroom took a long time.

I should blog about the rest of the day but I just realised I have been awake 20 hours.  I should be sleeping.
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