Yesterday was a trip into London to meet up with my mother for lunch, and then look at some art galleries and bicycle shops around the Brick Lane area. It was nice to get out of the small town where I usually find myself, but after the bike ride on Tuesday I rapidly became too tired with all the walking that being in the capital entails. I took a train back to Biggleswade, and went to bed early.
Another odd thing about fatigue is that after a certain point of tiredness, it’s hard to get a good nights sleep. During the night I kept waking up with an enormous headache, like somebody battering me with a steel bar. I woke up at six and fixed myself breakfast, before going back to bed for another few hours. That headache is still lingering around, occasionally rubbing up against the left side of my brain.
When I woke up for the second time, the post had brought my appeal against my medical assessment. Apparently, because my original medical assessment didn’t show that I had fatigue I don’t have fatigue. Yeah, and the first rule of tautology club is the first rule of tautology club. Thanks a bunch, whoever was in charge of that.
The good news for the week is that I won’t have to pay to go back to university. Huzzah! Lets do a dance. A predator dance:
Truth
