It's been a manic fortnight - work has been 8-7, five-days a week. I've been called for jury service, I've done a randomised Covid test and I've got a vaccine slot booked.
Plus admin appears to be coming out of our ears for daughter's school needs and extra-curricular planning.
I've not worked at this intensity for quite some time and I am absolutely feeling the effects.
It's a straight-up fight between being so exhausted I want to weep and being proud of the fact I've got through things.
Not necessarily a healthy balance.
I've pulled on almost every reserve of energy I have during the week and then had to dredge further at the weekend for all the other stuff.
At the minute I'm keeping fingers crossed that my request to defer jury service is upheld. Just don't fancy risking my ropey health in a pandemic courtroom, much as I would like to fulfill my 12 Angry Men duty.
Other things taking my energy are the carrying out of a randomised Covid test, sent through the post and couriered back. Not a massive deal really, just yet more organisation.
And then there's the good news of a jab - but not without the inevitable MS admin of double checking with nurse (off sick) and having to therefore relay questions to busy neurologist.
Checking views on how useful it may or may not be with depleted lymphocyte levels and then weighing that up against risk of not having the jab - on both personal protection and general vaccine supply levels.
In the end, I've decided to have it at this juncture, even if my lymphocytes may not be in tip top condition. And, all being well, it will happen next week.
Hoping for a (relatively) effective outcome of the best shot we have to get our lives back to some kind of normal.
:: Hit me with your best shot by ADONA (I know Pat Benatar's is the original, but I really like this version.)
