Tum te tum te tumdle dee...
I'm so very sick of watching telly. I'm in this weird middle state right now, not very ill but not quite better either, and having to take it easy in case the illness comes back... and yeah, all right, I've got into bad habits. I've spent weeks sitting in a rocking chair watching the goggle box and I've got stuck in that mode.
I made a list of horrors while in hospital, and there's a post brewing about the state of the NHS, but I can't face writing it. Don't want to be reminded, I spose. So I got distracted waffling on endlessly on Ally's CiF thread instead, then had to forcibly remove myself before I became a One-Woman Thread-Answering Band and alienated myself from the whole CiF community.
What can I do? I need things to do. I can't write for any length of time cos it still makes me ill, I can't do anything physical cos I went for a walk today (first exercise in weeks, woohoo!) (well, apart from when I wnt swimming yesterday, which was actually the first exercise I did in weeks) (but "second exercise in weeks" sounds less impressive) and I'm knackered, I've done all the jigsaws in the house, I'm here on my own so I can't get anyone to play a board game with me...
But never mind all that whingeing. The fact is, I feel better than I have done in weeks. And my pleasure centres are returning. I ate a chocolate, and enjoyed it! I went swimming! I climbed a hill!
When I was in hospital, as I felt gradually more well, I found myself anticipating more and more all the things I might soon be able to enjoy again. Being in water. Being on top of a mountain. Eating biscuits. It was the start of optimism, and I'm still feeling it. There's a definite psychological boost in having 2007 behind me, as it really was rather rubbish (losing a baby, losing my job, getting ill). 2008 stands a good chance of being better.
Sadly there's still quite a high chance of me getting ill again, which is why I have to carry on being cautious and can't just do whatever the hell I want (oh how nice it will be), but even if I do I should be close to the end of it.
Hurrah for that, and hurrah for chocolate.
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I made a list of horrors while in hospital, and there's a post brewing about the state of the NHS, but I can't face writing it. Don't want to be reminded, I spose. So I got distracted waffling on endlessly on Ally's CiF thread instead, then had to forcibly remove myself before I became a One-Woman Thread-Answering Band and alienated myself from the whole CiF community.
What can I do? I need things to do. I can't write for any length of time cos it still makes me ill, I can't do anything physical cos I went for a walk today (first exercise in weeks, woohoo!) (well, apart from when I wnt swimming yesterday, which was actually the first exercise I did in weeks) (but "second exercise in weeks" sounds less impressive) and I'm knackered, I've done all the jigsaws in the house, I'm here on my own so I can't get anyone to play a board game with me...
But never mind all that whingeing. The fact is, I feel better than I have done in weeks. And my pleasure centres are returning. I ate a chocolate, and enjoyed it! I went swimming! I climbed a hill!
When I was in hospital, as I felt gradually more well, I found myself anticipating more and more all the things I might soon be able to enjoy again. Being in water. Being on top of a mountain. Eating biscuits. It was the start of optimism, and I'm still feeling it. There's a definite psychological boost in having 2007 behind me, as it really was rather rubbish (losing a baby, losing my job, getting ill). 2008 stands a good chance of being better.
Sadly there's still quite a high chance of me getting ill again, which is why I have to carry on being cautious and can't just do whatever the hell I want (oh how nice it will be), but even if I do I should be close to the end of it.
Hurrah for that, and hurrah for chocolate.
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