Just me whinging. Again. in Stuff

I simply did the usual thing of going to grab a few groceries today, but I was exhausted by the time I got back. I’ve been deliberately avoiding the huge flight of stairs near my house and walking around them, which is a gradual hill-climb, but a fucload easier than those stairs at the moment.
I’m just stunned at how the simplest of tasks make me out of breath. I seem fine around the house though. Cough is still there enough just to be annoying.
I really do hope it’s on the way out. Nick couldn’t believe I’ve been sick for a month now. In fact, tomorrow will be exactly a month since I first started feeling those fever symptoms. Thank fuck that didn’t last that long, it’s just this fucker that’s stuck around to torture me.

I did book a haircut on my way down to the shops though. I was going to book for tomorrow, but decided against it at the last minute, in a vain attempt that I might actually feel a bit better the longer I leave it. I kind of want to get some colour in my hair (maybe foils) and I’m near sure the smell of the peroxide will set me off on a coughing tangent. So I’ve booked for Friday afternoon after work instead. For that reason and another two - the fact that I badly need one and it’s also a hopeless attempt that maybe if I feel I look a bit better and less scruffy, I’ll hopefully feel better too.

I managed to finally get my ceiling fan to turn off tonight. I had to turn off the mains power, but even that didn’t work and the fan just returned the normal when I turned the mains back on. But then I tried the remote again a few times and it miraculously turned off.
But now I’m under the covers thinking I might get too hot without the fan going. Ergh, I can’t win lately.

There’s a free Prince music video tribute on tomorrow night at a club in the valley that I’d be quite keen on, but somehow I feel I won’t be up for it. It’s rare something is on a night where I don’t have to be at work early the next day.