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Wednesday, 19 February 2025

So post infectious fatigue from COVID stacked with my chronic fatigue.  I have spent the last month dozing and doing basically nothing.

My house is a disaster.

I haven’t played the computer game I had planned to over the summer as I haven’t been awake enough to play.

I haven’t even finished my reading through of all the Discworld series - I still have The Shepherd’s Crown to go, one of the two I hadn’t read before in the series.  I thought I had read Raising Steam but discovered a bookmarked only a short way in which was in fact as far as I had got when it came out, and I sort of understand why.  The momentum was not as good as his earlier books, and based on how fuzzy my memory of 2013 is I am not sure how great epilim (sodium valproate, I believe it is spelt) was for my cognition.

Fortunately brainfog is finally seeming a bit less of a thing after only six weeks, so I am hoping that means I dodged the bullet on long COVID.

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