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Thursday, 18 June 2020

Barely any

I seem to have slept under two hours.  Possibly less than one.

Fever had me too warm to sleep, and when I finally got a little (sometime after 3am, and was very awake again by 5am) I soaked a pillow with my face sweat.

Moving at all is nauseating me now.  So lacking in sleep.

Hopefully I can manage a nap.

Or death.  Death would also be acceptable just now.   At least death would end the nausea when I move.


[edit]
Taking my breakfast meds I realised I think I may have missed my meds last night.  Which makes the insomnia my own damn fault.

Also, at dinner before that I had suddenly had all the after symptoms of an absence seizure, but didn't notice having had it.  So maybe my body is just being a giant arsehat.
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