I woke to nausea, a bad day
has gate crashed the party. A shower flattens my recharged battery. No power
left to dry my hair. The nausea could be one of my seizure auras or Blogging overload.
Like a petulant child my weighty
head screams at me to lie flat. The sofa beckons. The bed never hangs onto me, that would mean I am sick.
Mr H will frown when he
finds out I have still written my Blog. But distraction occasionally works. As
I type my right hand does an involuntary dance all over the keyboard, I am
trying to type using my novice touch typing skills; o’s become i’s, e’s are
r’s; my aim is for a Mary Poppins level, practically perfect; but for now the
spell checker rescues me.
Out of the corner of my eye I spy birds in the back garden wrestling mid air for the feeders, this is a first
but I couldn't care less.
Experience has taught me not
to go to war with these days. If I do the grey cloud gets darker and rain falls
down my face. My counsellor has taught me to be good to me; watch my favourite
DVD, read a good book and rest like my body is telling me. Brain Fatigue has
taken control.
Like a sun lounger on a
bright hot day the sofa draws me in; once the grocery delivery has arrived I
will succumb. My dear friend Sue is visiting later; I will let her prepare
lunch….
No comments:
Post a Comment