Fuzzpig: a free sofa is always good. Our sofas used to be my mother's. my parents bought them in 1986. They are really quite ugly (very pouffy), quite big and the leather is well past it's best (it has split on one of the seats) but they are incredibly comfy. I often have a nap on the couch.
Grockle: I hope tomorrow is OK. All this extra stress at work is probably making you more ill, and you really don't need that. It's a shame that your managers can't understand that by pressurising you and making you feel badminton, they're actually making you less able to work.
Smiling: sorry about your ibs issues. I'm never sure what's going on with my bowels (all the medication I takes tends to mess with things) or my bladder (I have to pee all the time these days, and some of my medication makes my urine pink). H developed ibs during his phd (he likes to manifest stress physically) and had to eat an annoyingly restrictive diet (no onions!). I'm not sure the diet made much difference, and it cleared up once he'd finished and moved on.
DS2 is feeling better now. He went from being very poorly to running around like a mad-preschooler very quickly! H is actually DS1's stepdad (but DS2's dad), which explains why relations are more strained than they should be (but does not excuse it). H has been better with him all weekend. They had a great time playing arcade games and bowling, and H has pulled back from always nagging him.
I am meeting the deputy HoD tomorrow to talk about everything. She is very nice, but I don't know how it will go. OH are still assessing me (and the advisor was very keen to stress that I am not OK to just pick up a full workload, by a long shot). I feel guilty about it, but I have to accept my own limitations. It's frustrating, because I am intellectually abolutly up to the job and could do it fantastically, but physically I just can't cope with everything. There are so many pressures from all directions and I just can't do it all. It doesn't help that H is always going on about how little he's achieved this semester (more than I've achieved in the last 3 years!) and how easy it is to do all the things expected of academics (which I have not managed to do). I don't think he means to be an arse about it, but he just does not realise how hard things are for me.