The Plague House
Jan. 18th, 2013 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrI've lost a lot of ground. I feel as if I've aged ten years. I started to get up some today, although I sometimes stop, hunched over in agony at the pain in my chest as I cough. Pulled muscles, the doctor suggested, or perhaps even inflamed ribcage cartilege. Coughing bloody hurts. Or I stop because I'm dizzy and have to sit down, just from the effort of walking up ten steps. After three days stuck in bed, time is flowing oddly. I'm frustrated by my own ineffectialism, or I would be if I wasn't so tired. Difficult to force myself to eat; food is tasteless and unsatisfying. Brain is operating at about 20% capacity. Difficult to think or make decisions. I walked across the dining room and kitchen and had to stop to lean against the counter and pant from the effort. Good heavens, I thought to myself, stupified. And you're a black belt, too.
Rob was sick like this a week and a half ago and is having difficulty shaking it off. Delia is just falling sick now. None of us have the energy for cooking or cleaning or general life maintenance.
I feel as though I've fallen into some kind of dim half-shadow world where I'll never be healthy again.
Edited to add: And now we learn that Fiona has fallen ill, too, at college. Good grief.
Rob was sick like this a week and a half ago and is having difficulty shaking it off. Delia is just falling sick now. None of us have the energy for cooking or cleaning or general life maintenance.
I feel as though I've fallen into some kind of dim half-shadow world where I'll never be healthy again.
Edited to add: And now we learn that Fiona has fallen ill, too, at college. Good grief.