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Wednesday, 11 June 2025

Life makes a liar of me

On Monday I changed out my summer duvet for my winter one.   After the weekend had featured a bit of sleet and the cold had started to really get to me.

I miss my thyroid and being able to keep warm just by my own body heat.  Stupid losing part of my homeostatic regulatory system.

I also had a GP appointment where I told her that I was back to me regular levels of chronic fatigue and had beaten the post-COVID thing.

I followed this bu sleeping almost 11 hours that night and then still spending much of Tuesday napping, as all that sleeping had left me exhausted.  So either the fatigue is still hanging around or I had severely overspent spoons on Monday. 

My body is awful. And I just shouted a bunch of abuse at my phone almost simultaneously with marking "0 - does not describe me at all" to a health survey question asking if I am often "touchy", and realised that may possibly count.  Raging at the tiniest technical difficulty of an interface might count. 

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