Walky

I went for a walk today. After a hellish night shift, in which I did not even get to sit down and sort out my charts for the first three hours, I slept until 1:30 then got up. I was totally buggered and went back to bed at 3, getting up again at 4:30. By that time I was full of vim and vigour, and wanted to do something! The poor dog fially got his walk. I only went for a short one, but I did include two little bits of running.

I've had this lung issue lately - the best way I can describe it is that my lungs are itchy. I am coughing occasionally and bringing up some stuff, but it isn't making me feel sick or anything. Running might not have been the best idea though, because I was couughing all through the running bits and my throat felt a bit burny for a while after that. Hang on; gotta go wash the car (I know, totally necessary at 11:40pm, but that's just how I roll).

Right, car's clean. Anyway: because tomorrow is a public holiday here, the bloody gym is only open at crazy hours (like, verrrrry early in the AM). Not. Gonna. Happen. Grrrrr.