For the past couple of days I have not been feeling myself. At first I thought I was just getting over the stress of hosting my guests. If that were the case, there'd be no excuse for feeling bad today too.
Yesterday, my head hurt and I was just exhausted all over. In the evening, I made an effort to go out and stock up my food supplies. Came back, managed dinner, and crashed with all my clothes on at 1.30am, woke up at 4, flossed my teeth (on a whim), showered, and slept 6 more hours.
Today, my stomach hurts as well as my back which is affecting my legs too. Twinges of pain here and there. Ugh.
And because I was fighting with my shopping on the way home, my wrists, arms and shoulders ache too. As well as where the shopping trolley has left bruises up my calves.
I feel like rubbish overall.
But I toiled away all day today, missing the bank hours, so I got my prettily handwritten application in the front door at a certain company as they were closing for the weekend - but my rent will be late.
I was then able to pick up some antacid at a pharmacy - not a day too soon as I need it right now.
Now I think about it, the last time I felt so inexplicably crappy was when I was about 16. A number of things converged at one time: giant final exams, after which I went home and cried all over my mother's lap. Plus, packing up the house to move 300 miles south, to Houston. On the last day, I lay on my bed with a fever and an aching spine while my parents took down my curtains and things...And in the car on the 4 hour drive down next day, I was dosed up on Imodium to keep my bowels in.
Lassitude is a good word. As I type this, I could roll over onto my bed with my jeans on...right now...
Maybe I will look for a Detox course at a health food store.
I want my mummy. For hugs and her lovely voice.