210th day sober. I got back in last night, Ken came by and he looked tired as hell - he'd been moving things at the storage place for hours, he said. I offered to make him any drink, cook something for him, even make a fast food run but he just wanted ice water and we talked for a short while then he took off.
Eventually I started getting a reaction to the covid shot, and I was certain when, even though I kept it really warm in here, I was on the verge of chattering from the chills.
I went to bed, and I was really happy I'd treated myself to a new sleeping bag. I think the one I was using was a 50-degree bag and this one's a 40-degree bag. It's just a bit fluffier and the liner's synthetic and nicer feeling than the cotton liner in the old one.
I didn't sleep at all. I went through a stage of feeling cold, and that new bag was really nice to snuggle in, then a stage where I was worried about getting enough air and almost panting, then I was left with everything hurting, a lot. I emailed Ken to let him know what's up, and an update today. I hope to be able to do some work tomorrow, I said.
Either my memory's not very good or this reaction is a bit worse than the one from the 2nd shot. I'm only having some diet 7-Up and black coffee, so I guess this will amount to a couple days' fast which is fine with me.
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