Frosty

So the week wasn't terrible, well, Monday to Friday anyway.  I can now, finally do some tasks in work, (not for the lack of under-training,) but I can actually do some things on my own now which means that the days don't stretch on like they're each a year long.

It's cold, -1, -2 degrees and home is only comfortable if the heat is constantly on low.  Friday the rain pours like it's the end of the world and it's dark all day, but milder than it has been all week long.

Saturday, I head out for my coffee then home to blitz like there is no tomorrow, cleaning, hoovering, tidying, ironing, putting clothes away, bleaching, sterilising, you name it and it was done, I positively sparkle, (apart from the two, mostly unused bedrooms.)  So Christmas can arrive tomorrow as far as the cleaning is concerned, this place looks great, even if I do say so myself.

Saturday night and I spend a lovely few hours with an old friend.  It's so great to talk and while I mostly listen to my friend's hopes and fears, they could be my words.  Good company and made me laugh a lot, reminded me of how often that happens... not that often.

Despite the company, I'm still in bed early so it's a win, win situation, gosh I do love my sleep, especially at the weekend.

Sunday and it's bright and cold, I have another busy day ahead but this is one filled with writing Christmas cards and catching up on emails and phone calls, and getting back to reality.

Nightmares

I am glad that the working week is over, it was long and trying and no fun at all, the highlight of my week was when the friend that I used to sit next to in my old job mailed me for an update, it was great to hear from him, and he made me smile from at least twenty miles away.

I have swung between sleeping 9 hours a night to 5 then back again, I've felt jet lagged all week, I really must try harder to re-adjust my body clock to my new timings.

I had an appointment to donate blood on Tuesday after work, I wasn't sure if I should go or not, but I feel guilty when I don't go and I didn't know how much of not feeling great is just sadness.

So I roll up at the church I was confirmed at, which is were they are collecting donations.  I've made an appointment rather than just sit and wait forever and it's like a military operation.  I'm whisked through for the pin prick test to see if I'm good to donate.  The droplet of blood the nurse extracts is plopped into the solution and is the most ropey looking sample I've ever seen in my life, it barely stays in droplet format and instantly frays around the edges, it floats for a few seconds then begins to descend to the bottom, not because that is what it's supposed to do, but rather like it doesn't have the energy to stay afloat.  "You're good to go!"  "I am?"  I'm shocked.  I know that if the droplet sinks, that is good, but did not expect sinkage today. 

Anyway, I'm in and out in thirty minutes.  And, can I add that I was chatted up over the orange juice by a quite handsome man?    And I looked like hell, so I get bonus points for that right?  I'm wiped out that night and cannot keep my eyes open past 8pm, which was bad news for the friend I was having a text conversation with.

Friday night I have a wine or two, make myself stay up until 9pm then head for bed.  Been having nightmares all week also, last nights dream was weird, but not a nightmare.  The last one I can remember is that my friend JR decided she wanted to go and clean Richard and Judy's house, (you know the married TV presenters?)  This is all without their knowledge, and I'm not in any way shape or form implying that they need a cleaner, anyhoo, we're there, I'm watching while JR scans for dust, when Richard arrives back in a Land Rover, unexpectedly, I think JR wanted to be in and out without detection.  It's a big old country house in the middle of a gigantic field.  The next minute, I'm on a cruise ship, (cannot think of anything worse,) with terrorists on it...okay, maybe that.  I'm walking past piles of people who have been shot and I'm playing Russian Roulette getting in and out of lifts, not knowing if I'm going to get into a lift, with a terrorist with a gun.  Before you ask, I have not been watching Speed 2, I haven't even seen it.  The nightmares don't wake me up traumatised, but it's not exactly restful sleep.

Day 23, Stop the Clock

So, it's day 23 in work.  I woke around 1.30am and manged to get back off to sleep, think I was keen to start the day, the sooner you begin, the sooner it ends.

Got up at 4am, stripped bed, put a wash load on, hung that up and left for work.  Today was jam packed but there was nothing that I could rush, so it all just sailed along of it's own accord and actually passed quite quickly.

I left work, laden down with bags and heavy things and a big, cumbersome umbrella.  It was lashing down this morning and I needed that umbrella, now, the sun is brilliant and hot and I'm sweltering as I carry everything back to the car and juggle the giant umbrella.

I go to the supermarket on the way home and before I've shut the front door, the phone is ringing.  Wearily, I pick up the phone, it's my nephew CJ asking what he has done so that I need to ignore him at said supermarket.  He is of course kidding, I think I actually ignored  him while I was driving through the supermarket car park, (which is not the same thing...) I reminded him that I'm blind and that I can't get used to the car he is currently driving, it's just not him.  He then proceeded to ask me a shopping question. 

So I thankfully, now have at least four days off work to look forward too.  I can hardly believe it.  I just hope that I break my sleep pattern immediately and begin to sleep like a normal person, I think a good nights sleep would work wonders.

Four days off... absolute bliss.