It's Monday evening. I've spent most of the day in bed. I went downstairs to greet a friend who came by to play with Linnea so Rob could get some proper work done, and that 5-minute chat exhausted me enough to make me sleep like the dead for over 2 hours in the middle of the day.
I haven't been totally healthy since the middle of my pregnancy, so I'm kind of used to it, but I really hate being confined to bed. I hate being too ill to play with my daughter. When I'm sicklike this I really only see her for feeds, and I miss her, dammit. This evening I went down and played with her after her bath and I really paid for that in terms of physical distress. She loved it, mind you - she played a complicated game about arranging a teatowel to cover my legs. I'm not sure what the point was but she was very intent and focussed.
Hopefully today is the lowest point. The doctor warned me that the antibiotics were likely to make me sicker before they made me well, and, well, I'm sicker. But tomorrow I intend to wake up with a much-reduced temperature and the ability to walk up and down stairs without discomfort.
I guess I won't be going to the book group meeting on Wednesday. I think it would just be asking too much of my body.
I also need to get to the post office to get refunds for some train tickets we bought from www.thetrainline.com - but if I fill in all the forms, Rob can do that.