Unwell Update

Okay, in short I’m still really tired all the time and something really needs to be done about it. I went to the doctor today (which, being Bournville, was a slightly odd experience in some very non-specific ways) and will be having a blood test on Wednesday. While I’m not worried about having a needle stuck into me and a small but significant amount of blood being removed I know that I will turn a shade of pale green, feel faint and have to lie down for a few minutes because that’s what always happens to me in these situations, which, in the context of having a blood test to see if it might explain why I’m feeling so weak and tired and dizzy and stuff sounds like it might be a huge clanging clue. But then everything seems like a huge clanging clue at the moment.

It’d be so much easier if my arm had fallen off. Then I could say to the doctor “my arm has fallen off – please sort that out” and he’d go “hmm, I know how to deal with fallen off arms” and would deal with it.

I have a suspicion there’s nothing wrong with my blood. I have a suspicion it’s something psychological. Because I’m overdue for some more of that shit.

In the meantime I’ve been off work and watching a lot of Battlestar Galactica. Actually all of Battlestar Galactica, something I was intending on spreading out over the next couple of weeks before the next season starts (Oct 6th – warm up your bittorrent machines!) but when you’re not only physically but mentally tired there’s little more you can do. Or at least that’s my excuse. The fact the BSG stands up as very good sci-fi doesn’t help matters.

But I’m going a little stir crazy with all this inaction, so I’m back to work on Monday. We’ll see how that goes.

Ostensibly there’s nothing really wrong with me. I don’t think I’m dying or anything so if you’re susceptible to worrying about me please don’t. I’m just annoyingly tired.

It occurs to me this is the first time I’ve used this blog to write something like this for an age. It feels weird.