Tuesday 29 January 2013

How much is Too Much

I felt fucking WONDERFUL yesterday. 

I drove himself to an interviewy thing in a place with pants parking, went into work to drop off sick note and do a happy dance with a friend who is dating a boy who she met at my wedding, and then to Boo's place to sort socks from the Odd Sock Box and stroke kittehs.  Then back home, having picked himself up from the place with the pants parking.

Today?  I can hardly stay upright. 

The total driving time was minimal.  About 30 mins there, 10 mins to the office, 5 mins to Boo's, 20 mins back to get himself and then an hour home (see which journeys started after 4.45?)

I was at the office for about an hour in total.  I talked (other than saying "hello" to random people) to three people, and was sitting down while I did it all.

I had a proper rest at Boo's house (30 mins just laying on a sofa with purring furries around me).  I sat on the floor and sorted socks into pairs (slowly) for about 10 mins.

Yesterday I was all thinking about going back to work (or at least looking into how many hours work would be willing for me to do).  Would they be OK with two hours' four times a week? 

Today?  I'm bloody glad we have leftovers and that hubby is perfectly willing and able to (a) let me lay like a big fat beached whale on the sofa doing fuck all and (b) make pizza. 

The most I've been able to concentrate for (properly concentrate, like I'd have to do at work) has been slowly increasing over time but whenever I test it - like yesterday - I realise that it's only good because I don't do it very often. 

Wednesday 16 January 2013

Hmmm

What do we want?
Procrastination!
When do we want it?
Next week!

See, I was going to post every day.  And then I didn't, for one day.

And then it was harder and harder to post again. 

But today I have achieved loads and loads.

Today (with wonderful hubby) we have been to recce a new place to live *crosses fingers for the placing on the list-ness*, did the food shopping (so it is now allowed to snow, if it really must), sorted and paid for the car insurance (well, put it on the flexible friend) and had a baff and straightened my hair. 

I'm frigging knackered.

But it all needed doing - and due to procrastination - needed doing today. 

And because I procrastinated I needed to do it all in one day and then did too much. 

So I'm sitting here feeling all floopy because I know I did too much and I can't actually relax tomorrow (cos I have to go to the nurse, hence the need for a bath!) .

Fuck it. 

I shall over-do things this week.  And pay the consequences next...

Friday 4 January 2013

Bleurgh

Today I planned to:

Dye my hair
Cook roast dinner
Phone my aunty
Finish sorting car insurance

Today I actually:

Lay on the sofa feeling like shite and watching crap TV. 

I just feel like pants.  Nothing specific.  Slight fever, but only 0.5 degrees higher than usual.  Glands in armpits are slightly up but nothing to shout about.

But I feel soooooo poorly.  I want to be a kid right now and have mum to look after me and make me a bed on the sofa with the floofy (winceyette) stripy sheets and get me lemon squash when I want it and stuff. 

Instead it was just me (hubby was at library applying for jobs and stuff) and *waaaaaaaaaaah*

I am sick of being poorly. 
I am sick of being sick.
I am sick of not being able to go to work.
I am sick of being skint. 

Thursday 3 January 2013

January 3rd.

And out I went today.

Today I planned to:

Finish sorting car insurance
Go to library
Phone aunty
Not nap

Today I actually:

Went to library (yay!)
Napped for not long enough.
Had migraine.

I'm wondering whether the migraine was brought on by the trip out.  I felt *so* poorly on the way home, not sure if it was because I did a little too much or because I'm just due a migraine.

I mean, the "too much" was driving to Morries, walking (200m max) very slowly with a couple of rests to the library, choosing my next book, paying my charges (actually, it was that!  It was paying the fees!), going back to Morries, picking up some groceries and having some food, and driving home.  I was actually wishing hubby was with me cos then I'd've made him drive home. 

But why is it that when I went to bed with my migraine *EVERYONE* was being super-noisy?  Did they know or something?

Second Day. Same as first...

Today I planned to:

Re-straighten hair
Ring docs and get appointments
Make delicious ham sandwich
Cook roast dinner.
Not have a nap.
Finish sorting car insurance.

Little bit *something-er*, little bit worse...

Today I actually:

Got phoned by docs and made appointments.  Need blood taking too (*boo hiss*)
Made stew.  Can do that sitting down - the rest of it does itself.
Made not-so-delicious ham sandwich.
Had a two hour nap

Was all smug.  Bread, dated 28 December, was still squishy.  WOO HOO (thought I).  My bread has not read the calendar.  And then I looked at it.  It was green in places.  BOO HISS.  I managed to get two slices out of the 90% full bag that wasn't.  YAY!

I knew I had two slices of the super-posh (!) thick cut breaded ham left.  I knew this because I had left two slices the other day when I had a sandwich.  I knew that Hubby didn't like this ham because we discussed it in the supermarket.  He had two packets of other cooked meats instead. 

SO WHY is there only one slice of my ham left?  There was a whole packet of his not-so-nice ham.

He was showering at the time, and I was going to give him the silent treatment when he finished but then I realised he'd probably quite like that and so I gave him a giant bollocking.  Because he is an arsehole.  And that was My Special Ham.

I'm fucked off, though, that chopping vegetables (over the course of about 90 mins cos I kept having to stop) and then making a ham & hummus sandwich tired me so much I needed a fucking nap.  I'm sleeping as much as someone on Death Row.

Tuesday 1 January 2013

January 1. New Year and all that

Today I planned to:

Get up early
Re-straighten hair
Have cheese for breakfast
Cook roast lamb dinner
Get quotes for car insurance renewal.

Instead I:

Got up late
Had cheese for breakfast
Watched Mary Poppins
Had a nap
Ate pie that Himself cooked
Got quotes for car insurance renewal (thanks to The Wonderful Martin Lewis, we're currently £200 down on the renewal and I had to stop before I finished due to lack of spoons).

I'm pissed off with having ME.  I thought earlier that it was odd that I hadn't really had a cold this year (and yes, I touched wood straight after).  Then I realised that to get a cold I'd have to be exposed to other people with the virus and to do that I'd have to actually *see* other people.  And unless those people are working in Morrisons or the Coop or the library with a cold, then I'm safe for the time being.

I'd rather have a fucking cold than feel this isolated.