This is not much fun.

I should realise that when my tolerance for simple things falls to almost zero, when my rational thought disappears completely and when I don't have the strength to hold open a door and push a trolley, that something is wrong. Add to that extreme bitchyness to unsuspecting friends and snapping at my husband for little things, and surely I should be working out that my body isn't happy.

( In which Gillian details her slide into feeling really off. )

I will go to bed soon. Honest.

The usual memefest. I'm too tired to go to bed yet.

( so as not to bore people )