Friday, Plague Day 11, Shrinkydinks

I need more sleep. I am pretty much constantly out of breath. I do still possess my sense of smell.

I have learned that I am better at doing things when I am seated. Which puts an entire kibosh on a lot of activities.

I have also had an incident with the low-blood pressure wooblies. In which standing up almost causes me to pass out.

Which, in turn, means that my Beloved is on my tail to imbibe more fluids. Bless.

It seems to be working, so I shouldn't complain.

I'm still having a lot of trouble with a lot of walking. Either my legs get weak or, like this morning, having a knee decide to stop working properly.


Anyway, I have a small space of time to write today's tale. During which, I must take my daily dose of atrovent by nebuliser. Because Bad Air Days are my life now. My O2 levels are still above 95% which is apparently human normal. I still need it because it makes breathing much less stress.

Onwards to fiction. Let's get it going.