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Sunday, 24 May 2020

Ugh

On Friday, I was telling myself I was over being sick, in spite of the fact my body was so cold no matter how much I wrapped up and my face and ear were so hot I was chilling bottles of water just to roll on my face.
No-one lies to me like I do.

Yesterday I had some leg pain driving me to distraction in the afternoon.  But late evening it was basically just all my muscles.  That did not make for a good night.

By this morning it had weirdly moved on to just being dull joint pain.  So... better.

I hate this sack of meat that I am living in.
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