I just wrote my first “letter from the grave” to a friend. Weird, maybe, but I’ll explain why it isn’t a cause for concern. I like to be organised. Being so makes me calm, and that makes me less likely to get frustrated and lash out. So it makes sense that I should try to be organised for the one thing over which I probably have very little control – my death. I have made a will. If you have anything, even the smallest amount of things, and you don’t have a will, you are just making life more
Tag: Choice
Today I had a lovely slow start to the day. I’m not apologising for that because it is Sunday, and we do our big dog thing in the afternoon, so today is a great day to have a lie-in. But when I finally decided it was time to get going, showered, and sat at my desk to be productive, the first thing I did was make a box for some pills. The pills, unsurprisingly, were given to me in a box by the pharmacist, but it was a white, loose box and would have disappeared into my medicine box where
Today I have spent money. It won’t come back to bite me for a few weeks but I can debate it now. First was at the vets. I’m not going to be silly with spending on my dog, but within reason, he gets whatever he needs. So he had a blood test today because the vet wants one very six months to check the pills aren’t hurting him. He also got refills of one part of his medicine. I am happy to pay…but no more than I feel is necessary. The blood test costs money, I get that. It has
Lovely morning walking with friends. Dogs playing nicely and a bonus 11-week-old German Shepherd puppy with fluff you wouldn’t believe. I did come away with a slight nagging thought though. I felt like I was “trying”. What I mean is that I could reflect upon conversations that were too speedy or comments that were too plentiful or stories that were too involved and in each case, I wonder if I was making too much of an effort to be the life and soul. Now I don’t know that anyone else there would have picked up on it, at least consciously,
No, Canadian friends, I don’t mean squirrelly – although now I type that, I realise that I could use that word in the same place. Two nations, separated by a common language indeed. My digestive system has been in a state of flux for some half a day now. No more than a bit of irritation, I’m sure, but enough to be inconvenient and for me to bail on Pilates this morning. I have spent the morning wondering what the cause could be, ranging from bad food to opiate withdrawal. Anyone suggesting it is more likely to be from eating
I think my car may have a slow puncture. I cannot be sure yet but there’s one that seems to be fading each day. If it is low again tomorrow, I will know and have to book a replacement. Yay for expense. Today has been a bit like I have had a slow puncture. I have got the main things done but I have not been at full speed by any means. Was this the drop-off after yesterday’s productivity, did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or was I just being lazy today ? I could focus
I’ve battled opportunities for negativity so far today and won…just about. I had a bit of a head on in the early hours as the beers from last night took their effect. I cannot believe I could drink into double figures back in my youth. Now I have a couple of pints and I’m distinctly sluggish in the brain department. I might have wallowed in bed but I had an arrangement to meet my sister for a dog walk which was good for me as motivation to get out into the fresh air. We were fortunate with the weather and