Item – Period gave over twisting my uterus into a pretzel on Sunday night, ooh, over a week ago now. I was pale and tired for a few days afterwards. I took some iron pills. I got violently constipated. Sod the iron pills.
Item – Colleague at work has swine flu. Seriously. The rest of us are all leaping out of our skins and glaring when anyone sneezes. As the office is being dis-and-re-mantled about us by men with drills, and the air is thick with brick-dust, there is much innocent sneezing, and therefore much much needless glaring.
Item – Also, the drill noise? Making me unstable.
Item – I will, I promise, come back and tell you about the acupuncturist I saw on Thursday.
Item – Only, I seem to have left this updating thing a bit late this evening, and H is trying to chivvy me into bed. I probably ought to let myself be chivvied.
Item – Why haven’t I written anything for over a week? The above doesn’t seem to really cover it.