On the 10th I had another fun endoscope up my nose experience. I got to watch as my vocal folds almost match movement. The nerve damage is significantly recovered - which would explain why my voice stopped sounding so unfortunately teenaged.
A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Friday, 25 February 2022
oh yeh, there was news.
Bad at looking after myself
Last Friday my endocrinologist gave very strict instructions that I need to exercise daily. I should be going to walks of at least half an hour every day.
But thanks to Omicron my stupid little city has SARS-CoV-2 loose in the community for the first time. My COVID-free city through the whole pandemic now has it and it has almost immediately got everywhere.
So it is Friday and I have not left my flat all week, because people are vectors.
Tuesday, 1 February 2022
I hate being a sick person
Did the dishes, and somehow the was exhausting enough to leave me feeling like I was going to throw up from the exertion. What the fuck, meat sack! That makes no sense.
Also, have a new neighbour replacing the old lady that moved out. Little old man, I think it was his teenage grandkids who were moving his stuff. But once again seems like someone too old and frail to be on the top floor of a building with no lifts.