I’m ill again.
My stomach is my enemy
There is something wrong with me
Twisting and turning
Poorly
Keep sleeping
Trying to get comfortable
Cramps
Fed up
Not eating much
Aches and pains
Why?
Unfit
Tag: Hungry
Again
Comes to something when you are so tired after “another sleepless night”, that you end up doodling about it. At almost 6am.
I used my Artrage app to do it and the various brushes to get different looks. I didn’t blur anything together so it looks quite graphic/illustrative. I’m please the blue stands out against the flood filled black.
Why am I awake? Aches, tremors, too hot or cold, also hungry as I missed a few meals with a stomach bug. Urgh.
Mugged by a cat
Staring, it’s the way my cats mug me for food. The silent treatment, no miaowing or purring. Just the long stare, the neat paws placed together as the cat stands like a sentry. The stare can go on for ten minutes or more until I give in and feed them, a cat snack, a pouch of food, then they don’t acknowledge the response, but go off outside or somewhere to sleep.
Hungry
Hungry an hour earlier, because the clocks went back. It’s 4pm but it feels like 5pm. My stomach remembers the ‘real’ time. Eventually things will settle down, but then in four months time when the clocks ‘spring’ forward, I will be hungry an hour later! I’ve never suffered from jet lag, but it must be ten times worse. I remember as a child that when the clocks changed in the summer I could not sleep, because it was still sunny! I used to sit on the windowledge and read my book behind the curtains until the sun set.
Swan
He couldn’t get at the food, the branches were tangled and in his way. Even his long and slender neck was not suple enough, and the twigs seemed to move and prevent him gaining access to the grain a walker had scattered on the path.
If only he had swum a few yards, he could have stepped out of the water to reach the food he needed, but for some reason he would not. Maybe it was the dogs that were walked along the path? Something had frightened it and made it wary. So it was that it stared at the food but never reached it. Thankfully another walker strolled along later and threw duck food into the lake. Finally sated the Swan swam away to its bed in the reeds….
Handle with care
What’s in the box? She asked. I couldn’t say he replied. It just arrived in the post.
They sat and drank coffee.
Open it? She said. No wait till Chrismas he replied.
That was three days ago. Now it was Christmas morning. Let’s open it now, she said? After lunch, he said.
Each time they put it off, the tiny Christmas elf in the box got weaker, hungrier, angrier. It had been posted to bestow three wishes. Now it had decided the wishes granted would be its own. It would start by attacking whoever opened the box.
Elves are fragile, but not as fragile as humans!
Cats
Indoor and outdoor boys are getting closer to each other. They slept about a foot apart for about an hour tonight. Now outdoor boy is sitting in the arm of my chair and purring loudly. I stroked his chin and he dribbled on my hand. He’s not quite used to being stroked though. I think he doesn’t want to be disturbed, just to he allowed to sleep in the warm. My indoor cats love being fussed. He’s settled again. I think he might sleep now.
Hungry
I’m hungry, only had breakfast today, my hubby isn’t interested. He had a big meal and doesn’t want anything, but I’m hungry. Went to the fridge, he’s already eaten something I had bought for both of us. He’s eaten both portions. I told him he’s a black hole, engulfing everything edible in sight.
I have some fresh beetroot and I’m thinking of making hummus with it, with some brown bread. But I have to cook it. He doesn’t really cook, he can do boiled egg on toast. The trouble is I have been so disappointed by his cooking that I take over. Its worrying because if anything happens to me will he cope? So anyway, I’m fed up (not fed). I feel like going on strike!
Mallaband-Brown 