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Episode 115. In which I cough so hard I sprain my appendix.

Posted in general health with tags , , , on December 10, 2009 by diabetses

I’m not well, and I’m going to whine about it.  This is my blog, and therefore the perfect place to do so.
OK, I’ve already whined about it all over the internet, and I actually did cough through Top Gear, but I don’t care, I stumbled across the perfect blog post title and so here we go.  You heard it here last.

Last Monday I got a tickly throat and then spent half an hour sitting on the platform at Haywards Heath freezing the very marrow in my bones cos someone claimed there was a dog on the track.  I don’t get proper colds very often, though, and I’ve only ever had flu once and I’ve had both seasonal and flu jabs so I really thought if I just got indoors and warmed up, had a good dinner and got a good night’s sleep I’d be fine.

However, I woke up on Tuesday feeling like I had slept on a park bench.  I hurt, my head was full of cold, I couldn’t think straight, so I stayed home from work, wrapped up warm and only went out to go to Boots for drugs and Co-op for lots and lots of soup and juice.

I felt a lot better on Wednesday but by Friday was really worn out and stayed home again, which was lucky because on Friday my head cold turned into a nasty cough.

Now it’s Wednesday night (technically Thursday morning) and as it turns out the nasty cough is a chest infection, and having found decreased breath sounds in my left lung, a lovely doctor at the private clinic that my employer has a contract with has given me antibiotics.

Which is all well and good, but as well as the cough, there is also the fact that I am *knackered*.

For almost a week now I’ve been sleeping in ten-minute bouts between waking myself up coughing.  Roughly every 45 minutes I have a full-on hardcore coughing fit that wakes me up fully and has me sitting up, drinking water, catching my breath.

Knackered.

The reason I’m still awake right now is because I’m trying to wear myself out, in the hope that maybe I’ll sleep through some of the lesser throat tickles, or maybe the sleep I get in between will be of a better quality.

Whatever, I can’t get much more tired, it’s worth a risk.

Diabetic moment of the day

I’m taking insulin like it’s going out of fashion, did you know that the active ingredients in some cough mixtures are basically just sugar?  I imagine it’s meant to coat your throat with syrupy goo to douse any tickles that might cause discomfort.  In fact it just tastes relatively pleasant and then it goes away.

*Knackered*

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Episode 43. In which I could do with a nap.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on January 23, 2009 by diabetses

I had a beer with dinner.  Now I need a nap.  But it’s nearly bedtime, so I won’t nap, I will stay awake, finish my dinner, then go to bed once and for all when I can’t stay awake any longer.

Then I will get up in the morning, go to the bank, go for the papers, and come home and flump on the sofa.

I had a little imagine earlier (yes, I’m using it as a noun) and pictured myself reading the papers in Starbucks, bringing my laptop along and blogging from there.  Then I realised that I probably can’t be bothered, since Starbucks is well out of my way, so it’s probably not going to happen.

However, if it does, you’ll be the first to know.

Diabetic moment of the day

I had to have a jelly baby after lunch.  Five units is too much, four units isn’t enough.  What am I supposed to do?  Maybe I should shoot up five units but then pull the needle out on the count of eight instead of waiting til ten.
I’m too tired to care, I think I’ll just fall asleep with the needle in my thigh tonight.  That’d be classy.

Episode 37. In which I ramble. Part 1.

Posted in general health with tags , , , , , , , on January 17, 2009 by diabetses

I’m very tired.  I know I’ve gone on about this before, but I can’t quite believe how tired I am right now.  Therefore I am going to try to write a proper blog post, but I don’t have a subject in mind, so it’s likely to be a bit stream of consciousness.  And Part 1 because let’s face it, that’s my general style of writing, and this won’t be the last time.

My feet hurt.  I work in an office, at a desk, I haven’t done an unusual amount of walking recently, but my feet feel bruised and sore and basically rubbish.  Also, yesterday I was so tired that for the first time in my life I wondered whether my natural state is feeling a bit sick, and whether I’m just so tired now that I’m incapable of holding it back any more.  I mean, I don’t feel ill, as such, it’s not like I’m coming down with anything, I just felt sick, and I’m just so tired I don’t know what to do with myself.

So when I got home, what did I do with myself?

I cleaned the kitchen.  Top to bottom.  Even the hob, I put the toaster in the hall to clean under where it sits, everything.  Crazy.  I should’ve come home, sat down and dozed off.  But I’m incredibly stupid.

While I was cleaning the kitchen I was listening to Gold FM, because that’s what we listen to in the kitchen.  I like to sing sometimes and although if My Man hears me I’ll be accused of making his ears bleed, I enjoy the classics, hence Gold.  Anyway they played this song called, I believe, Music, which I’d heard somewhere before, I think it’s supposed to be somewhat of a classic.  And these are the thoughts that went through my head as it played.

1. Wow, this is so 80s.

2. God, is he trying to emulate every kind of music that was ever written in the hope that he finds something I don’t hate?

3. Minor key?  Really?  That’s just inappropriately sinister.  He’s singing “Music is my first love and it will be my last” and I’m hearing “Music is my first love, and it’s the last thing you’re going to hear before I inject antifreeze into your veins and take you to my secluded cabin and make you into a lamp and a sugarbowl”

4. Hang on, isn’t this the theme tune from Prisoner Cell Block H?

Diabetic moment of the day

It’s just gone 1pm and I haven’t had breakfast yet.  This has got me thinking about diabetes treatments in the not-so distant past, which would’ve required that I eat a certain amount at a certain time, every day, regardless of my appetite, plans or sleep patterns.  That would’ve driven me mental.  Thank god for Novorapid, I say.

Episode 6. In which I’m far too busy for this right now.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on December 17, 2008 by diabetses

I wrote out a blog post today, on the train.  I wrote it by hand and everything.  But the problem is, you see, I just got home and I’m exhausted, and I have too much to do before morning, and I really don’t have time for this today.

Maybe there’ll be a weekend bonus.

Sorry.

Diabetic moment of the day

We got a lovely present from another department at work today.  A nice big box of chocolates.

😦