Feeling sh*tty

Well my iv's are doing my head in already. I feel like a sack of potatoes, i'm tired, moody and my body aches to the point I cant be bothered to move. I also seem to have lost my appetite, although I can't decide if it's just because I don't have the energy to make anything nice and I can't be bothered eating something horrible just to have something to eat.
Yesterday I got my pjs on at about 3 in the afternoon and I slept on the sofa, I brought in the sleeping bag as I was cold. I couldnt be bothered getting the duvet as it had loads of my clothes on and I hate putting my clothes on the floor and I couldnt be doing with sorting them out!
Today I got up to do my drugs at 7 then fell back asleep until 10.30, i only woke up because Alfie wanted to go outside for a wee. I then sat around for 2 hours doing nothing really, I did call the hotel to pay our deposit for our wedding reception. We are now officially getting married on the 11th September next year. No terrorists allowed.....!
I then got ready at about quarter to 1, I had a bath because when i'm on my ivs I find it easier than a shower. I dont like getting my port wet because the dressing peels off, its already peeling off near my armpit after only 1 day! Then when it peels off i'm scared of getting the needle wet, cant be very hygienic. Therefore getting a bath is easier plus when your tired its difficult mustering up the energy to stand in a shower, trying not to get your port wet whilst probably coughing......
I then decided Alfie deserved a walk and also decided if I actually did something I might feel better. This was not the case, I was walking with my eyes shut some of the time and felt quite dizzy. I was quite rude to people walking past me smiling at Alfie and going 'aw' etc, I basically ignored them. I'm just a horrible person... I took my jacket off so people could see my needle and then I thought they might leave me alone or excuse my bad manners, that was my theory anyway. I like to imagine what people think my needle is when they walk past me and wonder what is wrong with me.
So after that I came home put my trackies on (yep if the trackies come out its pretty bad) and curled up on the sofa again with my sleeping bag and watched a french film called Amelie which was a very strange film indeed. Yes thats right I can speak french, no just kidding, it had subtitles. The only problem with subtitled films is a) they are usually weird, not your average hollywood blockbuster b) you look away for a second and you miss whats going on, you have to watch the tv all the time. You most definitely cannot eat whilst watching it.
So now i'm just on the laptop a cup of hot chocolate, think I might have pie and chips for tea. Nice and easy, just shove them in the oven. Pete is at some work thing (or maybe having an affair!) so i'm by myself all night. Fun times.....!!