On Wednesday I briefly thought I was having a heart attack. Full body weird gross feeling, and unusual sharp tightness right in the middle of my chest.
It took about a minute for me to realise, when I put my hand to the sensation and realised the surface was twitching, that the chest tightness was the central edges of my pectoral muscles spasming against my sternum. And soon after realised the full body grossness was Post-exertional malaise (PEM, if you are nasty), the chronic fatigue thing that last time a specialist talked to me about it they still seemed to think was only possibly a real thing and was possibly entirely in my head - and yet I had forgotten about it until it got me again and then the unpleasantness slowly dredged up the memory of what was going on.
I had had another physiotherapist led gym session the day before, and after the earlier ones had mostly gone fine I guess I pushed things too far this time. And thus the flesh much punish me.
Days later, things are still pretty damn uncomfortable but recovering slowly.
Otherwise I have not been up to a lot. Working through some old Ursula K Le Guin books.
Had a plumber come and fix something in my flat that I had been feeling embarrassed about failing to ever fix myself, to learn that it was built wrong and literally couldn't be fixed without replacement parts - which made me feel a bit better about my incompetence.
Caught up with my cousin Pen briefly when she was in town so her daughter could go to a university tour - that made me feel old.
Had a flat inspection that I failed to properly clean for and still got complimented by the tenancy manager for having one of the cleanest units in the complex. Which does leave me worried about the levels of filth my neighbours are living in. I had had intentions of cleaning but the spoons ran out when I tried.
One of these days I will cave and accept Dalton's offers to help. I just have to work out the socially acceptable way to pay him for it afterwards.
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