Day to day as the undiagnosed...

I spent yesterday at home, as I usually do, pottering about and such forth for the whole day, feeling generally rotten. I have the school and my friends sending work back and forth for me, as I've been off school for about 4 months now, but it's difficult to feel up to sitting up and writing, and trying to take in what you're writing down. Generally when I feel really ill, the sort of ill where you feel so terrible that you can't really sit down, I'll either bake, or do art homework (there's always art homework), and that's what I did yesterday.

Generally, when the weekend comes, it means I'll be encouraged to eat much better than I do when I'm home alone during the week. I don't do anything, so usually I'll have a few biscuits with my tablets first thing, and have a bit of bread at lunchtime, and then have a proper meal in the evening, when I'm more likely to be hungry.

So today my mother and I rose early, and we arrived in town at about half past 10, so we'd be able to avoid the rush in town, as it were, because sometimes getting into town is enough effort without having to deal with every single person who lives in the city running past you as well. We happened to meet some friends in town, friends who have had serious illnesses before themselves, not the same as what I have, or they suspect I have, but as she said: "being ill like that puts you in a different mindset to other illnesses".