Maybe not just me

Rob is home from work early and a neighbour across the road came in to babysit me while Rob traveled. Because I've come over all collapsey again. The good news is it may not be just me, or just exhaustion - the neighbour who came over says his wife has been ill with very similar symptoms and off work with it for over a week. So I might be genuinely ill, not just feek and weable.

I don't mind so much if it's the kind of illness real people get too.

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Also, perhaps I overdid it yesterday, and should have rested instead of doing housework.

Brain weasels

So first, I feel ill - faint, migrainey, headache, queasy, exhausted, weak, shaky, loss of appetite. So I assume (a) it's not real. When I can no longer assume that, I assume (b) it's due to stress or hormones, which is practically not real. When I motor on through the not-real illness until I am actually lying helpless on the floor while the baby crawls up to me at intervals and takes milk, much as she might if I were unconscious and having my toes nibbled by rats, I still assume it's too much to ask someone to come home for until I speak to myself very sternly indeed.

And then, once I get babysitters lined up for the interval between then and Rob coming home, I start to feel guilty that I'm actually (c) faking being ill in order to make Rob do all the DIY.

Good grief.

However, one of the people who came to babysit me had news of a virus with these symptoms, so then I was able to go to bed. And I've got food, which helps a lot.

We need to get the house-chaos under control so I can stop tipping over into crazy again.