Wednesday 14th April 2021

I’ve done nothing today.  Well, I did the Warcraft weekly boss on all my level 60s but that took me all day.

I had expected some symptoms from the Covid Jab yesterday.  I have an overactive immune system and as such could expect a stronger reaction.  In truth, it was fairly mild, but it knocked me out all day.

I woke just feeling drained.  I didn’t sleep too well, but even so, it was like every bit of energy of me had been sapped.  No headache, it just took me 30 minutes to summon the energy needed to get up to go for a pee.

I also ached a bit but I really couldn’t tell how much was the jab and how much was the fact that I had a long walk yesterday.  I ended up attributing the muscle ache to the walk and the joint aches to the jab.

I’ve got lots I need to do.  I want to finish the outline of Accursed this week, and a new project came in that could be quite exciting (and secret).  There’s loads that needs to be done on that, including some commercial stuff.  But, given how I felt I decided, other than acknowledging an email, I’d just write off the day.

When I’m unwell or slightly feverish my imagination changes a little.  I like to say that I get a little more Tim Burton.  Everything gets a bit more angular and crooked.  My colour palette goes darker.  I’ve written some good stuff when I’ve been unwell, but only short stories.  I need a consistency and so for that reason and the fact that I really haven’t had any energy, today was a day off ill.

I went for a nap this afternoon but ended up sleeping for hours.  Whether that was catching up on missing sleep or just exhaustion from the jab, I don’t know but I decided to go to the Support Bubble this evening.  I’m not ill, just having the sort of reaction to the jab that lots of people have.

The 10 minute walk nearly killed me.  It felt more than the walk yesterday, but at least I got to spend the evening with someone, even if I did little more than feel dozy on the sofa.  They said I looked like I was coming down with a cold or flu.  I mean, they knew the real reason, but that was what they said I looked like.

I’m hoping to feel better tomorrow and I really have a lot of work to do.  I’m not expecting things to last and in truth, the side-effects I’ve felt were a lot milder than I thought.  They were just enough to knock me out for the day, but I haven’t been in any sort of pain.

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