Need to get a grip...have to remind myself there's time and nothing has to be done now...today.
The sky won't fall in because there's still one kitchen cupboard to paint...
If I don't get dressed it doesn't much matter either...at least t-shirt and cotton pj bottoms don't look too awful...
Doesn't matter in the scheme of things if I spend an entire afternoon reading about smugglers...
Nothing terrible will happen if I eat salad every night for supper and have a bowl of strawberries for pudding.
No-one's going to be cross if I read every single book John Connelly has written...one after the other. Even if I am gobbling.
I don't really care about the dust bunnies under the chairs...or all the scraps of paper with 'important information' stuffed between the books on my desk...
Doesn't matter if I want to go to bed at eight-o'clock...the birds wake me at 3.30am so I'm entitled to be tired...
Sometimes, you see, I'm still adjusting to a life with COPD...still sometimes struggling to make allowances for myself...going from thinking my asthma was getting worse to being told, practically overnight, that I have this illness that I'd never heard of before...the gradual realisation that 24 hour oxygen helps but doesn't cure...sometimes it doesn't even help at all...
Being CO2 retentive makes me slightly doo-lally...my memory goes haywire and I find myself staring into space with a blank where my brain ought to be...
When I told my Consultant that she said it has much to do with the 'artistic' side of the brain...in much the same way my daughter-in-law is with her temporal lobe epilepsy...she might be right of course...who's to know.
No point in simply giving up of course...