Lost Day

Today was a lost day.

I woke up feverish, which combined with yesterday’s crippling fatigue, means only one thing: a lupus flare.  Luckily, mine mostly be of the annoying and inconvenient variety (and not the life-threatening or run-to-the-doctor-now sort).  Most of the disease is controlled by the medication I’m on, but there’s always the crappy patches.

Still, I managed to get up and get the kidlet and myself fed and dressed.  Did the minimum of house tidying, attempted some work.  I didn’t manage much, since my brain pretty much felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool.  A stroke of luck saw a very exhausted kidlet take a two hour nap (which would have been shorter, but it rained, which lulled him back to sleep when he woke cranky), so I got a rest.

I did manage to finish reading The First Australians, which was awesome and confronting and horrifying, all at once.  I honestly never realised there was so much violence in the native Aboriginal culture.

In need of something lighter for my poor brain, I finally picked up Soulless, which has been languishing on my shelf for far too long.  Read the first 40 pages or so, and am enjoying it greatly so far.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.