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I got a little microscope that used to attach to my old phone which was thinner than this one. A few photos like this have popped up on my Facebook memories today. There are a few interesting ones of woven cloth. I might share. Anyway, having a quiet day after a very upset stomach last night and I’m shattered because I slept downstairs on my armchair. I’d got things planned for today but I’ve given them a raincheck.
I took this photo after playing table tennis today. I’d popped this ping pong ball into my pocket and took it home by mistake. I haven’t been to the group for a few months after I was ill. I’m not sure if I’m fully recovered but decided to give it a go. I managed to play a bit but had to take breaks. Since I got home I’ve been really tired and I think I’m coming down with something. Ugh.
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?
Tonight I went to choir, I was tired and had been to the doctors for tests, I was OK but it had wound me up. Singing helps calm my mind, helps me relax, and make me concentrate where usually in the day I’m struggling to.
When I got there I found that there was one soprano and several altos so I decided to have a go at some of the higher parts. I surprised and survived the experience. I’m really glad I tried, I stretched up to some top notes I’ve not managed before. In the end I got a bit of a sore throat but a lot of enjoyment. It also boosted my confidence. I think everyone should try singing.
I look at the bedroom window and see my hubbys cask of ashes there. I tell him it’s a sunny day and I wish he was here. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this low, and I’ve spent most of the day in silence. I spoke to a neighbour and had a brief chat, but that was like a tiny sticking plaster trying to cover over a deep gash in my flesh. It was never going to hold for long.
I’m sitting quietly, the TV is on. I just watched a show where a nurse recently lost her husband in an accident and the tears started filling me up. Like an ocean overtopping flood defences. Now I feel tired out and just overwhelmed with sadness. I need to get out, but I won’t ask anyone. I need to talk but I’m struck dumb, I need to feel better but I feel so low. I’m saying these things here to get them off my shoulders and mind. Things have got to improve, they must.
I have an impeller pump in my water system because my header tank is in the bathroom extension and doesn’t create any water pressure when I have a shower etc. Last night it didn’t pump, it just hummed. Only a trickle of water came through. The pump pushes water through the cold and hot systems. It’s probably full of limescale because I live in a hard water area.
I’ve got a heating engineer coming out tomorrow. He’s been round and found out what pump he needs. So I’m basically waiting for it to be changed over, but I want a shower. Now instead I’m trying to work out if I can boil water then add cold into saucepans so I can at least wash my hair. That would be after I clear out the airing cupboard that’s full of a lot of junk. Plus the house is in a mess. Argh, I’m going to be preoccupied for a while.
Somehow I’ve learnt to relax, I’m getting better at letting my muscles loosen and feeling so tense.
I was talking to someone and they suggested thinking of a word of at least 7 letters. Maybe omnibus? the idea then is to take each individual letter, one at a time, and think of several words starting with that letter. For instance:
Oval
Occipital
Organic
Oscillating
Overall
Then the next letter…
Mobile
Manic
Masters
Malleable
And so on. Because you are thinking of different words it takes your mind off anything else, mostly be the time I get to the third letter I’ve got to sleep. Think of a new word each time, it seems to work.
We need to move, I need to move, I’m becoming too sedentary, stuck in the mud. I have some exercises to do, but I put the sheets down somewhere and now I can’t find them. When I pick things up I shake too much and it’s hard to grip things. But I will try. Even if it’s just gentle stretches. Muscle wastes if it’s not used and I’m finding moving more difficult since I’ve had this virus. I feel shut in and fed up.
I will have to find those exercise sheets. I really need to get moving. I do chair yoga and that helps a bit.
Being ill and not seeing many people has made me fed up. I’ve taken solace in some books, like the Martian by Andy Weir and We solve Murders, the new mystery by Richard Osman. But I’ve become attached to my phone. I feel lost if I’m not checking out posts on Instaounce and Facepost! And in close second is TV and YouCone. I’ve become engrossed by old sci-fi programmes.
I want to break this habit, I need exercise, but it’s not happening at the moment! Too many dopamine hits? Boo x
Lurgy, ill, sore throat
3 weeks 4 weeks more
The knives are out
My body aches
I’m sad and tired.
Give me a rest
Give me some time
To recover from it
Let me breathe
Stop this pain.
Mallaband-Brown