Z seems to be too darn hot - just temperature, though

 I haven't been very well for the last few weeks.  I've tried to ignore it but I am finally acknowledging it.  

It started, early in the month with a threatened cold.  I didn't have time for a cold, so I took Lemsip and carried on and that seemed to be okay.  The two days we had in London were tiring, so being too tired for dinner and going straight to bed in the early evening, three days running, seemed understandable too.  The aching head - not a headache, my entire skull - and the aching jaws, so I couldn't eat chewy food, weren't that bad, because I was too tired to eat much anyway.

Just a virus, I assumed, which may well be right.  Not terribly likely to be cancer, weight loss is understandable because I'm hardly eating and the symptoms seem too sudden.  Glandular fever?  I've looked it up.  It might fit, actually.  Except, I've not knowingly absorbed anyone's saliva for well over four years. 

Anyway.  I'm not planning to snog anyone, so I'm not infectious.  But I slept all afternoon, having slept ten hours last night and been in bed for twelve.  My right lower jaw is tender, as if I've been punched.  I don't feel especially ill but, according to my watch, my night time heart rate and temperature have been appreciably raised for the last couple of weeks.  I'd just ignore it all, but I have a scheduled blood donation for the 2nd January and I think I'd better postpone it.  

When I'm not asleep, I'm sitting around reading, so there's that.