The secondary bronchitis seemed to go away with the antibiotics, but something has come creeping back over the last few days.

I was coughing but otherwise felt okay, so I just wore a mask when around others, and didn't pay much attention otherwise.

Today the cough was a bit worse, and luckily I could get an appointment to see a doctor. But it had to be in person, they couldn't do telehealth for this kind of appointment.

Was going to get a couple of trams to get from work to the doctor's office on the other side of town.

But then around lunchtime it got harder to breathe and I had to use the asthma inhaler (which I hate because it makes me feel shitty). And oh no I couldn't sit up any more and had to lie down on the couch.

There was no point in going home because I'd have to go out almost immediately to go to doctor. But my colleagues were getting worried, one of them said I really shouldn't go by public transport on my own.

So I agreed to rest on the couch for bit more, then get a rideshare to the doctor.

When I got there, there was a bit of a wait (not usually a problem) but oh no I really was not doing well at sitting up. Managed to stay vertical for the appointment. Got a prescription for a new type of asthma inhaler (with steroids ah noooo), got uncomfortably swabbbed (should get results tomorrow or Wednesday), got a referral for a chest x-ray (gonna do that tomorrow).

Because I needed a prescription, instead of going straight home, I caught a tram to the chemist. But there was a wait at the chemist, and I had to sit upright even longer.

By the time I finally got the medications, got the tram home, and was able to get in bed, I'd been upright for over 2 hours and it was way way too long.

It's a few hours later now and I'm able to sit up again. But ahhhh I hate that feeling. Having to exist in public around many strangers who all have their own shit going on. Feeling like I'm about to pass out and collapse on the floor of the tram. Desperately trying to keep my shit together for long enough to get myself into my apartment and properly fall apart.

I don't know if there might have been a better way to get through that. Maybe not. It was hard and I guess there wasn't an easier way.

My parents were here yesterday helping with lots of jobs around the apartment, which was wonderful. We moved a lot of furniture around, and they assembled some new storage cabinets for me. But the apartment got left in a bit of a disorganised state, with many things out of place and needing me to reorganise them.

So, when I got home, it didn't feel comforting and welcoming and cosy like it usually does. All these unfinished jobs are nagging at me. I want my lovely cosy space back and I have no ability to make it happen right now

I want to *work*, too. We've been making some great progress and I don't want to lose momentum.

I brought my work computer home and I'm hoping I can be okay to work tomorrow.

But we moved my desk to a new spot, and all the cabling is a mess, and I have to work out how to get electricity to the new desk location, and run extension cords through safety conduits, and waaaaaah it all seems a bit much.

I need to be back in bed now, I think.