It's Friday again. The cold is finally shifting, but it's left me with a cough which currently wakes me every night, and legs that feel like I've run a marathon, every day, for the past week.
I'd already booked today off, it's B's birthday so I booked it in case she wanted to do anything, but on Monday, I felt so bad that I booked Thursday off too as I thought I would expire before Thursday if I was still sitting at my desk, and didn't want to chance more sick days.
So, yesterday, Thursday, I took J out for a few hours. We only trundled around a few shops and this was punctuated by two coffees but I was shattered when I got home and had to have a sit down before I launched into the ironing.
Today, B is out for lunch with our eldest sibling so, rather than have a rushed visit in the morning before she has to depart, I'll call in for a few hours this afternoon.
As I told you in the email, I'm organising the girls' Christmas night out this year, (and some of the boys,) and yes... I'm a nervous wreck, but I'll quadruple check everything and hope for the best.
I got up at 7 this morning after lazing in bed for while and it seemed to take me forever to get my act together when I finally did get up. I was a little late leaving, a little late getting here, and I've forgotten my iPod so I'm currently in hip hop hell.
Exercise pretty much flew out of the window this week, I even boycotted climbing my usual 5 flights of stairs to get to work on Tuesday and Wednesday as I almost expired doing it on Monday, and it did cross my mind that if I passed out or hyperventilated on the stairs, who the heck would find me as 99.9% take the lift. Legs still not good but wondering whether to go for a run in the morning? How long to you leave it? If you leave it too long, will you ever go back? I've been running for a year now, it's habit, I don't want to lose it.
I'm still watching old re-runs of SATC on one of the Comedy Channels. I love that you feel like you're eavesdropping on their conversation, it's basically a bunch of women, sitting around talking about ever-y-thing, love it.
Carrie is currently on a high with Aiden but has just bumped into, (after he pursued her...) Big, and they "accidentally" slept together. Poor Aiden, but Big always was, "the one," wasn't he? Anyway, Aiden does have Bo Derek after all.
I'm not even going to tell you about work this week because it took a good, several hours, a lot of imaginative distraction and two large glasses of wine, for me to calm down on Wednesday, but you know what? I've been saying I'm going to make changes for months now and I've done very little about it except to give it lip service, so this little incident, created by a total.... who was on one week's temporary promotion and let the power go to his balding head, did actually give me a kick in the pants to focus and get doing something to get me out of there and onto the life I'm supposed to be living. I feel much better now.
It's a cliche, but all I wanted when I got home on Tuesday was chicken soup, bread and butter. What is it about chicken soup when you're feeling lousy? I realise I'm not going to get a reasonable answer from a vegetarian. Anyway, trust me... it hit the spot straight away, and since then, everyday, I've had a bowl of hot soup and bread and butter. Can't remember the last time I had bread... or butter. Delicious.
I'm crushed Demi and Ashton look like they may be over. I hope that it's not the case, but what an idiot he's been. Not to mention, would you really want to get on the wrong side of Bruce Willis?
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