Appallingly ill today. Once again at first I ascribed it to the effects of food or drink, this time the poor single rum I had drunk last night. It certainly felt like a violent hangover, with a ravenous thirst + the sort of headache I haven’t had for years, where after the smallest movement of head or eyes, I would have to lie perfectly still to wait for the raging pain to calm again. Val was her usual attentive self, but there was virtually nothing that she or anyone else could do, so she went out for a couple of walks, on errands or for entertainment. Somehow the day passed for me, + during the evening I broke into a fever. Val had borrowed a quilt from next door so as not to disturb me, + it was just as well, for I had drenched the bed.
Nothing to report; just as well we were somewhere reasonably comfortable.
