I have a cold. A nasty cold. I thought at first my spaced out feelings were related to mental weirdness but then I got a sore throat, and then a runny nose, and then popping noises in my ears. I didn’t sleep at all last night. All I remember is staring out of my window until the daylight slowly emerged.
I’m pretty convinced now that the meds are not working, and I’m pretty sure my weight is creeping up again. I look very chubby, but I’m too scared to weigh myself.
I have been feeling very sorry for myself lately. I can’t tell whether it’s justified or not. All I ever seem to do is moan.
I have found several things to help me out though. One being jigsaw puzzles. Once you get over the shame of doing something so decidedly middle aged it’s actually a very absorbing and effective way of tuning out all the bad things. My second coping strategy is spending time with my auntie’s 9 week old baby. He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and very absorbing too. I spend hours trying to get a smile. The last time I saw him he spent a lot of time smiling, and trying to talk to me. So far just garbled noises, but he’s trying. He has cried with me too, but for some bizarre reason this can be stopped by either bumping him gently up and down, or taking him for a walk around the garden.
So there you are.
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Crying stopped by being bumped up and down or going for a walk in the garden. We could all learn something from this...
As for the weight creeping up, I know that feeling all to well. I have some magic jeans that always let me know when I've put on weight. Magic in the evil way I think.
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