Having spent a little
while organising a walk to deepest Sussex yesterday evening I was
woken after half an hour's sleep by a text message reminding me I'd
planned it to clash with something else already in the pipeline.
Woops. I cancelled an evening's planning and then despite the best
efforts of my CPAP machine I hardly slept, and saw every hour of the
night. Having had a month of reasonable sleep, a night like I used to
have came hard.
I got up shortly after
5am and shared my toast with "Furry Face TM".
I lay sideways on the sofa as I watched "Family Guy"
so the jollop I have to apply to the inside of my nose wouldn't run
out. And then I did today's installment of the thirty day Ab
Challenge. Twenty five sit ups, ten crunches, ten leg raises and
fifteen planks. I'm not entirely sure it's helping as my gut muscles
really hurt now.
Just as I was about to
leave from work I had a message to say that the event which I'd
forgotten about and for which I had then cancelled my arrangements
had now been cancelled.
It's often been said that
God laughs when we make plans.
I had a wry smile at the
news as I drove to work. Sales of colouring-in books have gone
through the roof as astute printers have announced that colouring-in
books are actually a therapeutic form of stress relief. It may
well be; it's certainly a nice little earner for someone.
And so to work. I did my
bit for a while, we had cakes for tea time. And I slipped out for a
few minutes to an out-patients appointment to review my progress with
my CPAP machine. I've been using it for just over a month now. I
don't like the thing at all; but it does (usually) give me
better sleep than I have been getting for some years.
I took my place in the
queue in the respiratory department. There were six "delightful
people" (pikeys) filling the waiting area; all
waiting for a seventh to emerge. Eventually I was in with the nice
lady. I took my CPAP machine in; she took out a memory card. I didn't
realise the thing would tell them how much I'd been using it. The
nice lady seemed to think that the card showed I'd been doing well
with it, and said to come back next year.
I then went out and blew
my sax in the car park for half an hour. Unfortunately there was
resurfacing work going on in the car park; and those who should have
been doing that resurfacing stopped and listened to me. It was
probably for the best that today was one of my less squawky days; the
assembled throng seemed reasonably impressed with what they heard.
Once home I took my dog
round the park where he got into a fight with a pair of dogs and
stole their ball. he was not happy when I finally caught him and got
the ball off of him before he utterly destroyed it.
And as "er
indoors TM" and Martin went to the weekly
gathering I stayed home. The other day I mentioned I wasn't feeling
well; I was feeling especially rough this evening...
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