I am pausing. I have been trying to clear some space down in my bathroom and kitchen (the two rooms on the ground floor – weird, huh ?) because I have ordered a load of dry dog food to arrive while it is on Black Friday pricing. This has involved me moving myself and objects. The excess weight of one makes the other all the more challenging. It isn’t a job that is fun to do although any clear space achieved will give me a small uplift, I’m sure. However I’m finding lots of reasons to huff. Shit I bought
Tag: Health
When I fill in forms for the doctor, I don’t often score that badly. For example, I never fall asleep in the middle of doing things, so one of the standard sleep score tests doesn’t think I have too bad of a problem. Of course one way I keep that score down is by rarely doing anything. Neat trick – can’t fall asleep when reading if you never pick up a book. Today I went for my usual Saturday meet-up. I felt a bit sluggish and my sympathy towards terribly driving around me was even lower than normal, but the walk
So the past day and a half have been the usual wobbly affairs, by which I mean they have gone up and then down as the hours have passed. First thing, we went on a walk with Auntie Rose to the woods. That was lovely. There was unexpected rain as we set off and the roads were pretty sticky, but by the time we arrived the skies had cleared and we had a lovely stroll. Dogs and friend had a nice time, and there was even a chance to stop for a cuppa before we headed home. Within five minutes
I threw myself out of bed last night. I can’t recommend it. I had been dreaming about a comedienne who did a great routine (well done Aisling), then she introduced a two-piece singing group who were singing a lovely song that I was sure I had heard before. I was chatting to a man with a strong West Indian accent about the music when, as so often happens, crocodile-shaped space aliens descended en masse and tried to eat us all. I attempted to twist out of the way of one…and ended up on the floor, via the handles of my
Well, blogging later in the day isn’t going too well, is it ? I either don’t remember, or am ill-inclined, and it gets forgotten. So here I am, lying in bed on a Saturday morning, and I should use this little window. My standard Saturday morning is a good thing. Despite having a lot of control over my timings in the week, I seem to arrange a lot of tasks that get me going early. Maybe that’s deliberate to make sure I get stuff done, but I do set a lot of alarms to grumble at. Saturday mornings are relaxed,
Don’t panic ! This post is not as dark as the title suggests. When I was a child, I had many dreams, and some nightmares. My dad (who was a character) talked to me about dreams and explained that the worst never actually happens. For example, you never actually die. You may think you are going to, you may head towards the big crash…but the dream ends just before the crucial moment. OF course being “my dad” he explained that the moment you actually do dream of death then you have actually died and it is all over. Sleep well,
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’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
This is the only post I will make before the I start using the blog properly on 30 October 2022. That is the official start date. But the start of what ? I feel very concerned about my life. I mean that almost in every sense that I could mean it. I am concerned about my mental health primarily, with a history of low mood and negative thoughts, and that in turn makes me concerned for my life in the most literal sense. Whilst I do not plan to hurt myself, I am aware that the chances that my life