I have been ill forever.
Ok, four weeks. Same thing.
I'm so done with it now. I was feeling better then it came and hit me again.
The house is, well, here somewhere. Thankfully it is now clean mess, so there's that at least. There's various clean clothes, but mainly mountains of dirty ones and no-one can actually find anything that they want to wear.
I've got uni work backed up and my brain is a big pile of fluff.
I also appear to have lost all sense of humour.