Just woke up from some damn odd dreams. Feels like it’s the morning of the day after. In many different ways. But, no… it’s only just approaching 9.30pm, the same day!
I went to bed at 7pm today. Had several nights on the trot of borderline insomnia. Also been feeling ‘well weird’, when I awake. As I’m on a cocktail of medicinal drugs. Wha’s gannin’ on, leek?
Did quite a lot today. Albeit all little things. E.g. dropping an electric sewing machine back to its owner; Teresa borrowed a machine from Debbie. Couldn’t get it working. So it finally went back home today.
I’ve been experiencing a slight return of arthritic pain, as well. Mostly in my hands. Especially the left one. But also in my upper spine/neck. I’m in pain now. And weirdly dehydrated.
At a recent doc’ appointment I had to argue hard for a renewal of my co-codamol prescription. I thought Dr Joyce acquiesced. But what I eventually got, via her latest prescription, was something different.
I’m also trying to cut down on booze. Maybe cut it out altogether. Am I feeling some strange withdrawal symptoms? Should I give AA another go? So many questions! And, as Vinnie Coliuta has said; ‘thought is the enemy of flow.’ Do I agree? No idea!
The day started with a few messages ping-ponged back n’ forth with our neighbour, Mel, at #59, whose son is or was visiting today. She’s normally quite chatty. Not today tho’. So of course, my latent and omnipresent paranoia kicks in.
Then, this art’noon, Teresa comes out wi’ me for a drive. Having had no work all day, thus far (despite hours of potentially arthritis aggravating thumb-football*), I’m still trying to book stuff. And boom, en-route to Elm – to view the Church there (see next or previous post) I get a Wisbech Morrisons shift. And it starts so soon, Teresa needs must come avec moi.
So our short afternoon drive/walk, becomes a longer excursion. I enjoy my delivery work. And I get out, whilst on the road, to snap a few things I love the look of, such as this former brewery:
Having Teresa along during work can be quite pleasant. Today, however, she was in nagging mode. Not my favourite! Hey-ho…
She more than redeemed herself this evening, however, with a delicious chicken curry, and lentil dal. After which I tried to do a bit more modelling (on the Tiger I), but failed. Instead I wound up mostly moving books onto the new (FC) shelving unit.
I vacuumed our hideous downstairs carpet. It’s a reddish version of the pale blue fleur de lys pattern that I recently got rid of from our master bedroom. It needs to go the same way; down to the municipal dump!
The day ended, kind of, with a long chat with uncle Terry. Initially ostensibly about a grand piano I’ve been offered, via Freecycle. Oh God, how I’ve yearned for one, over the years. Tho’ perhaps I’ll admit I always thought a baby grand would be more than adequate!?
But after being advised it was most likely a bad idea (which is the advice I’d fully expected), the conversation morphed into a form of unofficial counselling session. I’m not keen on this. But it does happen. Maybe it needs to?
I feel sapped of energy a lot of the time generally. Could be my underlying medical conditions – psoriasis and assoc. arthropothy – could be the meds for those issues (or a combo of ailments & meds, etc.) – or just that I’m 51, and getting ever older.
Such chats as I had with Terry tire me massively. And probably do for the other party as well!? So afterwards I went directly to bed. Not even knowing or caring what time it was. And, unlike the previous few nights, I was soon deep in the Land of Nod.
Turns out I went to bed about 7pm, a new early record for me. And I awoke, from very weird dreams, at about 9pm. Thinking it must be Saturday morning!
I write this sometime later; after a ‘midnight pee’, some water, two pain-killers, and this blog post… so, here I am!