Stuff

Had a bit of a weird few days; is it ever anything but? Saturday was good; I proved to myselt that I can still (just about) eun 5k, and bought yummy and healthy food (I'm determined not to repeat the 'chocolate diet' I lived on before going to the States, if only because of the affect it had on my skin). Sunday just didn't happen for me. I wanted it to, but it just didn't. I'd been really tired, probably jetlagged, but I wanted to get up and meet the women's cricket team. I woke up at 10, and was going to get up and showered... but I just didn't. I felt heavy and sluggish, and that outweighed any desire I had to do fun things. I slept all day, and woke around 4 when Kate came home. I got up and chatted to her for a while, then suddenly got flashes and darkness in front of my eyes, like I was going to black out. I felt very hot and naseous, and my skin was coated ina film of cold sweat. I went to the bathroom, and saw that my face was white and my lips grey. I decided getting up had obviously been a bad thing, so I tok a breakfast bar and orange squash to bed, and stayed their, apart form pee breaks and foraging for more breakfast bars, all evening.
I went to work on monday, but I didn't really get back into it, and did very little. I was up at 515 on tuesday, as I had to go to another dull meeting in London. I got home at tea time, and all I wanted to do was eat and phone Andy. I've been missing him terribly. I kept chekcing my email on moday, hoping he'd sent me something. I evetually realised I was being pathetic and stopped. I hadn't been able to phone him, as we had a fault on the line, but it was fixed. I called twice, but got an answering machine. I told him not to call as I was going to bed early, but I was hoping he'd have sent me an email but he didn't. Today almost didn't happen, but I managed to get up eventually. I went for a run, but I only managed 20 minutes when I was hoping for 30 or 40. I am very tired today.