Which is bad. Because it means I don’t eat.

The last 36 hours have not been great. I do seem to be on the mend, which is good. I feel a lot better than when I was writing to you good people yesterday. It is way easier to make the words come out.

But I haven’t eaten much. Kind hard to eat and sleep at the same time. Going to the kitchen and back with my usual meals has until now not seemed like a good idea, but luckily I have managed to eat some of the stuff I keep in my room so I am not in the level of low blood sugar hell I could be in.

But I have still eaten way less than usual and this concerns me.

And then there’s the sleeping. At the moment, I can manage maybe an hour of continuous consciousness before it’s time to lay me down again.

Kinda suggests my body is fighting off something pretty nasty.

And as usual, I hate sleeping all the damned time. Makes me feel like my life is slipping away from me.

And that happens enough without sleep accelerating it.

Of course, I am considering a trip to the ER. Technically, this sort of thing should go to the ironically named Urgent Care Center but by this point the ER at Richmond Hospital feels like a second home to me and the UCC just can’t compete with that.

Plus Richmond Hospital has slightly better parking.

Not that I Want to go to the ever loving ER. It’s always a tedious and unpleasant process. But if I don’t feel better by tomorrow afternoon, I’m gonna have to.

Any infection that lasts more than 48 hours demands medical attention, after all.

And I certainly don’t want to be the moron who ignores an illness until it becomes something far worse than if it bad been nipped in the bud.

The weird thing is that the extreme energy drain/fatigue is the only major symptom this time. There’s a tiny bit of scratchiness in my throat and I am slightly dizzy, but otherwise, there’s nothing else going on.

Hopefully this means I’m winning.

Especially because I am about to embark upon a potentially very stupid journey to the front door and back to pick up my Pokey Okey order.

What? Sometimes I do dumb shit. I need to learn to make peace with that.

And I really want that Pokey Okey. After under-eating for two days, that wonderful bowl of delicious nutrition shines like a beacon in my mind. It is the perfect thing for maybe getting my nutrition back in line.

Because it’s not only mega healthy, it’s so appealing that it can overcome whatever vestiges of lack of appetite I have left.

Off I go.