The last two days have been more chaotic than I’d like. Spilt drinks, unexpected naps due to waking up in the night and not enough downtime.
Since I’m trying to build more structure in my day, I’m not happy.
However, I have been productive. When not falling asleep at the wrong time. I have learnt stuff and read lots of stuff I can’t remember.
I haven’t written any new poetry for three weeks.
The nerve pain in my left thigh is reduced thanks to meditation. Last evening though, I had ‘restless’ legs, though not in the clinical sense. I realised it was a result of touching a very sensitive area on my torso. Raw nerves affect other parts. So no more touching that in the evening.
On the whole I am pleased with my week, except I need more downtime. Some TV, a meet up with friends etc.
Tonight I am going to a poetry event.
Someone has nominated me for a bravery award with Amnesty International. i’m not holding my breath…
Yesterday I had a visit from two people who may well be able to sort out the problem with the wind chimes. I had a very positive meeting with these people and I feel an optimism that some other things will be sorted out too. I will say more about this in due time.
Quay Living, the letting agent for next door, have some how given out my number, so I have had a total of fifteen answered calls from their clients and several missed ones. This is very odd indeed, and if our numbers were similar, or it was any other entity in the town I would not suspect anything. It is now with the police.
The skin irritation that alerted me to the side effects of my medicine has come back. Again. Every time I think it is gone, it just slyly starts to reappear. I am treating it with the ointment, which came in a generous amount, but every time I feel a tiny bump on my skin anywhere on my body, I get paranoid that the irritation has spread. I will need to phone my doctor for advice. I feel uncomfortable with this paranoia. I need it to end.
I had another good night of sleep last night. I cannot emphasise enough how important good sleep is. When my daughter was a baby, I napped whenever she did. Housework will always be there and it’s amazing what can be done with a baby on one’s hip. It’s no good depriving oneself of sleep when so many other factors steal it anyway. So I’ve overall been feeling good, and more able to cope with stresses.
I planted up a large planter in September. I put in an odd mixture of plants because at the time I had nowhere else to put them. Now I have violets and wild strawberries in bloom and poppies in bud. It’s most odd. It’s climate change. Next week the gardener to whom I gave my piano is coming to make some changes in my garden. I’m looking forward to that.
I’ve embedded my sound cloud page here now. Just sharing the link gave some problems, I’m not at all technical. Although yesterday I was able to pass on some of the little knowledge that I do have.
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