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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.
I wanted to sleep
Curl up and rest
Each hour I don’t
Makes me feel wretched
Too hot, too cold
My feet hurt, my neck aches
Sleeping on an armchair
Doesn’t really work.
But my ribs hurt
If I lie down.
Broken a fortnight or more ago
Still mending.
Walk round my room
Make a warm drink
Put the radio on low
Turn it off
Legs ache
Feet swell
Impossible
Doze above flying feilds
…….
Snap awake
The builders just started work
Next door
Whimpering.
How to describe how I feel at the moment? Cold, boggy, marshy. With a dollop of cat trying to cheer me up. Trying to keep my thirst topped up as a drizzle of germs escape my pores.
The cold is in my house, November is wet and drear now, the snow melting into puddles, possibly around my feet. A muddy, gritty, sloppy mess. My central heating works downstairs, but I can’t sleep in heat so the radiators remain off upstairs. The cats are clothed in fur so are OK. My clothes are warm enough with a brown dressingown to top it off. I need scrooge’s nightcap and a candle to make it perfect.
Hands increasingly wrinkled, my ribs a sheet of ice that crackles under the skin. Stretch too much and it pulls on the margin of the cartilage. I’m feeling my age, and slowly seeing it emerge from my mess of greying hair.
I don’t normally like to be too descriptive, but today I’ve just tried to give it a go.
The original photo I used for a previous collage.
I’ve been dozing, waiting for a visitor. I’ll get there late she said, but I wasn’t sure if it would be this late. It’s a long drive through the countryside and the forecast was for fog, so I’m trying to be patient.
She’s driving alone. I haven’t called her but just sent a text. I want to sleep but I’m pushing myself to keep awake. Fingers crossed she will be here soon.
The last few days were horrible.
A stomach bug got me.
Hurt me and exhausted me.
I am so glad I’m suddenly feeling better.
Been asleep most of the last two days.
So wish me luck
Send me hope
To recover fully,
Soon.
Turn Bug into Blog
Paintings from the weekend. The central painting was done previously but the rest, smaller ones, were painted over the previous three days. I was happy with the outcome. Unfortunately I only sold one, my excuse? Gale force winds and heavy rain made for a grim morning. Thankfully it improved in the afternoon. But we only had a few customers.
Today? It’s caught up with me! I’m shattered, tired, absolutely knackered. Just fell asleep typing this!
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?
Some days I need to rest. I will have tried to be active on the previous day and then it catches up with me. Often I end up playing a game on my phone, or staring into space, thinking about what I want to do, but my energy is too low to do anything. And sometimes I just have to have a nap. That’s when I get brain fog and feel disinclined to do anything.
Moving things around frustrates me. My arms are weaker than they used to be so moving heavy objects, or even emptying the bin? That can be difficult.
So I guess the answer is unproductive, but in a bad way. I procrastinate and just start to worry about it. Maybe I need more help. But I hate to ask.
I’m shattered. I went to an art group that supports mental health this morning and was given some help with something I’m trying to deal with. Then a friend rang and I tried to give her advice, but I wasn’t up to going and seeing her. Sometimes it’s hard to take on others problems when you have enough of your own. Finally I went to choir practice in the city centre. I got a lift there and back, but got soaked to the skin as I tried to get the few yards between the car door and the front door. I’ve just dried out!
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
My hubby and I were on holiday in the South West but the weather was bad and so we decided to stay our last night at a local youth hostel.
We arrived and booked a double room. But were then asked if we could stay in dormortaries as a group of foreign students had arrived and the teachers wanted to sleep seperatly from their pupils.
We agreed and I politely tried to say I only spoke a little of their language.
Evening meal and then bedtime. The girls I was sharing the dorm with started talking and continued chatting and giggling late into the night. I had absolutely no idea what they were saying and spent two or three hours with the pillow over my head trying to block out the sound.
It was awful, I felt so out of place, I barely slept and had a long cycle ride ahead of me in the morning.
Would I do it again? Yes to be polite, but I might have to think about it first
Last might my voice was croaky
I sneezed twice. But I was ok
Now I have the lurgy
I feel tired and achy
My nose is dripping like a tap
My eyes are gunged up.
Change in weather
Cold germs sneak out and gets you
Warm germs decide to leave.
I always get colds in autumn and spring.
Fed up
The cats hate me sneezing
Loudly…
Mallaband-Brown