I didn’t sleep well last night. I had night sweats and woke at 2.35 with a thumping head and soaking wet sheets. I’m very lucky that doesn’t happen to me often.
My 2.40am hunt for paracetamol was fruitless… I was sure they were in my handbag… but no, couldn’t find them. I should say here I have THE tiniest handbag…. The paracetamol were all present and correct when I checked the handbag at 7.15am before work… of course they were. 😆
I woke again at 4.30 and just before 6… too hot so out from under the downie, then freezing. The joys.
Thankfully the headache didn’t return…
Also Bhru had been quite badly sick after yesterday’s blog so I was pleased to see she had been fine overnight.
As I lay in bed I searched for that rotten feeling so I could be justified in staying off sick. I couldn’t face work. I hadn’t slept, I’d be shattered, I’d be grouchy, my head hurt, did I have stomach cramps…. Etc….
I gave myself a shake, got out of bed at the alarm and have been absolutely fine all day. Neither up nor down. If anything I’ve been good…. Check my reluctance at admitting to that.
Our ego is a funny thing. It wants to wallow in the sadness, the injustice of things but actually I seem to be able to see it now and shut her up. I’m smiling at that. It’s good to smile after the last few days.
A lovely sky tonight.
I’ve made us a nice dinner and I feel like I’m being watched….
So yeah, a good day. Love may that continue.
Stay safe everyone ♥️♥️♥️
The Rambling Sloth 🦥 