Soprano

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.

Alone

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.

Impeller problems

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.

Sleep

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.

I need to do more..

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.

Attached

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

At the top of the stairs

This munchkin was curled up by my bookcase at the top of the stairs this morning. He’s a medium sized cat and just about fits, he was well asleep but one of the others ran past and disturbed him. He’s like a little guard, he follows me about and keeps an eye on me. The only problem is the risk of tripping up over him. The other boy cat sleeps on a step halfway up the stairs…. And it’s a good job he has white on him or I could go head over heels!

Winter sun

Sun glancing through the stairs window in January. I don’t have a window cleaner and the ivy is growing up and in the way and the glass ornaments on the windowsill. But I like the chaotic jumble of colour and shadow. I’m not very organised about anything anymore. By the time I’ve walked upstairs I’m ready to fall over. Dusting? I haven’t done that in a while. I need to get my act together. Anyway not much else to be said.

Early dawn

Last night was another sleepless night. I tried a milky hot cocoa then quietly listening to a classical music radio station. I’d stayed downstairs because I have a chesty cough and it’s better to sleep sitting or pillowed up. Finally at just after 7am I gave up and went to bed. I took this photo at the top of the stairs as the faint light blush from the sunrise started to colour the sky. The view is blocked by various trees including a large straggly goat willow. I managed to get comfortable and slept. Then unfortunately someone rang me at 9.15am! After that I’ve been ringing other people so I suppose I’d better stay up.