
Which is not necessarily a good thing. In fact, the loss of the Flu Vaccine’s unique side-effect of removing my guilt and self-hatred, thus giving me an air of “Sod-it!” to all my physical and mental problems, granted me the best, most peaceful 22hrs of the year to date!
Today was not a good one… but no disasters as such.
Not a single visit to the
I got on with blogging for a few hours. All the regular anticipated mistakes and errors were committed. More than usual, really, with…
I took two piccies of the afternoon clouds later.
Then, when I took my four hours with the leg up on the chair, I turned on the TV to see if anything worth watching was being broadcast… that’s when I drifted off. Five hours later, I woke up with a nervous twitch and tic.
I lay there all distorted on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner…
I recall knocking the remote control thingy off the recliner’s arm, thinking about retrieving it, and…
Zzz! Another three hours of heavenly, if broken by mini-wake-ups, sleep was enjoyed.
I think it was
A taste rating of 8.2/10 was given.
I stayed awake long enough to get the pots cleaned, do a safety check, and then back into the recliner.
Now I plan to sleep. Which initially went well, straight off into dreamland almost instantly. With the absence of
I got fed up with waking up!
TTFNski, Mon Ami!