Last week was mostly a waste.

Monday, events of the weekend meant I spend the day in my PJs and mostly in bed.  Seriously overspent 'spoons' coming back to punish me.

Tuesdays, I had to cancel my plans during the day and only finally washed and put on pants so Firmin could take me to Nandos to have dinner with Simon and Joe.  I was very slow moving and even slower witted.  The group of us watched that Netflix comedy movie about Eurovision.

Wednesday, I didn't wash and dress until almost tea time again and again left the house only under someone else's power - going for dinner and a bit of D&D at Ian and Carla's.

Thursday, unwashed in my PJs and resting.  Started watching Chuck as something I knew I had seen a little of the first season.  It is watchable, but doesn't stand up to any thinking.  And the way that none of the female characters really get any character is concerning.  The sister character is the only one whose central role is anything other than as a reward to one of the men.  And even she gets less character development then her boyfriend (a character who has almost no real connection to the plot).  I think McG might be bad at women.

Friday I forced myself to act like I was mostly recovered.  I went aquajogging with Tina.  Then had a GP appointment where I was given a much different version of my test results from someone with much better grasp of the thyroid itself (as circumstances had forced my GP to be very familiar with thyroids going wrong).  Seems I am not necessarily going to have to worry about surgery any time soon (depends on how the next round of tests goes).  I may get away without surgery at all - and just have a lumpy neck.  Though I did notice he avoided the term 'tumour' at all, calling it a 'retrosternal goitre'.  He is also pretty positive about it not growing much more (something the guy from the hospital did not seem at all).  So I guess I will see how it goes.  After the doctors appointment I got satay soup for lunch with Oli.  Then home to be exhausted and back in bed by mid afternoon.

On Saturday I did not manage to do so much as dress.  Or cook, I had delivereasy bring me a burger and a (really good) waffle.

Today was when I managed to wash, something required as my weird probably-autoimmune face thing had flared up and I needed to remove all the peeling dead skin.  Also I still smelled of pool, as the pool showers never get rid of the pool smell that well.  I dressed and wandered to the nearest takeaways.  I also did a very tiny amount of housework (changing and washing linen), which was a miniscule step toward being ready for when the landlord comes to visit next week (to explain the timeline for the building project and when I will need to be ready to move - as they just had tradies refreshing a unit in my building for a new tenant I suspect the move will not be this year).