At 1.00 am I was feeling just a tad sorry for myself. I'm getting predictable chest infections so it's two weeks on amoxicillin and the same time on prednisilone every month, then a reasonably good week followed by a 'going down hill' week. Many will know how prednisilone can play havoc with your sleeping pattern and I am no exception, so here I sat, willing the camomile tea and boring cross word to send me off into the land of nod and, eventually it happened. Of course, the blooming seagulls woke me just after 5.30 and didn't get back off to sleep. Over a week of this is leaving me so tired I'm falling asleep in the evenings and it's really hard to find the energy to do much.
Well, last night I thought I'm heading for depression so have to do something about it. I know I can head it off so this morning I got a beef and guinness casserole into the slow cooker and that made me feel I'd achieved something. Later, I finished making a cushion cover that I started a week ago - nothing fancy and only really needed an hour on it to finish. Well, I was chuffed to get it done. It also meant I could put away my sewing gear and ironing board and reclaim the table in the conservatory.
After a longish sit down for lunch, I've got the chicken and rice pud in the oven and prepared the veg for later, so here I am with thumb twiddling time and I'm feeling pretty smug. I KNEW I could do it!
Sorry for the boast, but last night I was wondering what was the point of going on if life is just pills and infections whereas today, after just achieving a few small practical tasks, I feel so uplifted.
Who knows, if I can stay awake through Poldark, I may even get to bed and sleep at a sensible time. Whoopee!