Sunday, 8 March 2009

Sercë

...means "blood".

Nosebleed once or twice a day. Sometimes because I sneeze, sometimes because of other things, occasionally for no good reason at all. Coughing has abated somewhat, which is a blessing because my body is telling me very plainly not to eat any more Lakerol or Bafucin to ease throat-pain and itchyness. Still breathing through my mouth which sees me wake up with a dry mouth, cracked lips and no surprise, coughing. Exhausted. Slept almost 12 hours, with some interesting breaks for going to the bathroom. And after being awake for three hours, I fell asleep again for an hour. Now, waiting for my dinner to cook itself (it's in the oven), I feel very much like going back to sleep again.

I suspect serious iron deficiency (among other things). Money be damned, I'm going to have to start buying and eating a lot more meat. (Which incidentally, I don't particularily like, because it is expensive and I don't approve of the way they handle animals, but I grew up being able to watch what was going to be on the dinner table outside my window, that is the sheep, and knowing father went away every autumn to hunt elk/moose, and besides that I like meat, so going vegetarian's not going to happen)(and if it did I'd probably end up in a hospital, as my body would finally kick it).

Also, saw some pictures of new Imperial Guard stuff. Those Catachans are looking surprisingly good, I must admit.

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