Wasn't feeling great yesterday, I was cold, hot, sweaty, chilly - eventually decided to check if I had fever.  The thermometer was showing 35.6 degrees, so I check again - the same.  I don't think I was ever so 'cold', yet the sensation was just feeling sick, weak and tired, not cold as such.  But at least managed to eat some dinner: Rachel brought me another plate of morsels to die for (thou I hope her intention is that it is 'to live for'!).

Today had a physio session - it was incredible to see how much less movement I have on the right side than on the left, and after ten minutes my arms and legs were shaking. I thought I would be able to drive back home, but had to sit in the car for a good while and wait to regain some control over my body: it wasn't responding quick enough, so I wasn't safe to drive (even if it's only five minutes distance).