As mentioned elsewhere, for over a week now I've been grounded with a nasty chest infection. I had pneumonia a few years ago and my lungs still complain about it. it's impossible to sleep and I'm exhausted and 'spaced out'. I finally gave in and started a course of anti-biotics today.
After sitting awake propped up all night, I've started to feel sorry for myself and consequently feel guilty about that. I don't 'do'i ill and would rather be left on my own to get on with it, but at the moment I could do with some company, someone to talk to, but don't like asking anyone. It's frightening in the small hours of the morning, being on my own, fighting for breath - daylight seems such a long way away.
I was pondering. Is this something of a generation thing, not to ask for help? stiff upper lip and all that? Does it show a weakness, not being able to look after ourself?
Sleep's an impossibility at the moment. I'd really like to just chat to someone to pass the long hours away. Is there anybody out there who can relate to all these muddled feelings? I feel so alone.