I realised this evening that I was still wearing the clothes from Wednesday. I had been living in personal filth.
I showered at the swimming pool on Thursday, but that just meant that tonight, Saturday evening, I still smelled of the chlorine.
I had a bit of leaving the house this week. I went out for dinner with my father and sibling on Tuesday. We went to Shitlord's work and it was mostly not hugely uncomfortable. I have no idea if he was working that evening or not - which is for the best as I can assume he wasn't. By not seeing him I can probably even happily assume he is dead. The drunken text chat may have left me too reminded of how much of a selfish dick he is. Had he made any effort to be friends after things blew up then I am pretty certain we'd be play acting friendship. But fortunately for me he has continued to put zero effort into me, which made my decision at the start of the year to give up on him completely. And talking about my drunken stupidity with friends has made me realise that drunkenly acknowledging the birthday of someone whose birthday you will probably always remember is not a back slide, it is just being drunk and having a brain.
Wednesday I had my regular D&D game, preceded by Carla having made dinner for everyone.
Thursday I went to the pool with Midget and did some aquajogging. Then we had Indian for lunch and I got a cone of cookie dough afterwards, possibly incorrectly assuming it would be a healthier choice than ice cream. Safer from the perspective of my dairy intolerance anyway.
I got home and everything started to ache. Come Friday I could barely stand and my chest was giving me pain again. I also had a pre-breakfast blood sugar reading of twice what it was a couple of weeks ago. Either I am sick or somehow exercise betrayed me.
Based on the sputum and chest pain, I suspect I am sick.
Also the phantosmia and taste perversion of the last couple of days suggests there is sickness of some sort going on.
I don't know if it was the taste perversion at work or overcook but my slow cooker soup tasted freaking amazing last night (more than the efforts justified) but today was pretty unpleasant. Either of those might have been my senses lying to me. Or maybe it was just great soup and I shouldn't have left the slow cooker on low but actually turned it off (but then I would have to reheat, and effort is effort).
My shower tonight somehow left me feeling worse.
In more pointless news, this blog's constant hits from Turkmenistan have now got a sprinkling of Russian hits mixed in.....
And I do not like the new interface google has put on this thing. Why does google keep making things worse on all its things?
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