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…
After my tepid shower early this morning I laid down, determined to sleep. I laughed, because if one is determined to sleep, success is not guaranteed. But I fell asleep around 8.30, because I missed my favourite news programme of the week.
I woke at 1pm feeling sleep satisfied, but not quite myself. Nothing specific.
I logged into medium.com and found I had more followers and responses to articles I have written. I so value this validation.
I have started a new campaign to try to save our local hospital, which serves a vast rural area. The political plan is to downgrade our acute hospital to elective surgeries only, and a walk in Urgent Care for minor injuries only. They want to upgrade a second-rate hospital on the far side of the next town, which means much longer travel times for the majority of the population. This flies in the face of common sense, let alone the risk assessment made by the ambulance service, and the nominated hospital has also calculated that 56 people per year will suffer a negative clinical result. Their figure is well below reality.
After the Tories won such a landslide victory, I was so gobsmacked that I thought I would no longer campaign. But habits die hard, and I have started a new petition, addressed to PM Boris Johnson. (His first name is Alex, but he adopted his middle name when he was about 14. We all refer to him as ‘Boris’.)
So my day so far has been productive, even though it’s Sunday. I don’t go out as much in winter, so it’s no problem. I take leisure time when it suits me.
I am about to eat some dinner, though it’s quite early. And I need to find someone to fetch my prescription, which my friend failed to get yesterday because she didn’t care enough. She thought the chemist would still be open when the shop she works had shut. The chemist closes at 5pm on a Saturday, and at the same time as her shop every weekday.
But I’m ready to sleep well tonight, and have a movie picked out for tonight.
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