A terrible day and a terrible night before it, much of it awake and in pain. Woke up and got dressed, and threw up out of pain, then felt too drained and weak to even make my tea in the morning. When the GF woke up he made me some tea and a slice of buttered toast, which revived me a little, but the rest of the day was spent in various agonised contortions, alternating with limp feebleness, on the sofa.
In the evening I roused myself enough to go down to the chemist to buy a packet of sanitary napkins, found a rather minimalist looking packet with all the labelling in Chinese, but clearly pads. (I had decided this time to suspend my usual sustainability/ reusability drive due to logistics surrounding our upcoming travel). Anyway, they are certainly pads, but imbued with something like tiger balm, a shock to the senses. I genuinely do not understand what is going on.
May tomorrow be better. Not least because I have a lot of work to finish this week, and more than one day will go to travel.