I had one of those days yesterday. I knew it would happen, and I wasn't sure when. It was probably a good thing it happened on a non-working day. I had intended to spend the day sleeping, but was violently awakened by the postman's knock at quarter to ten. I can't complain - it was the tickets I bought off eBay being Recorded Delivered. But I had managed to sleep through the Bastard Builders' noise until then, so I needed sleep.
I spent the entire day on the sofa, conscious of tiredness, ache, lack of energy and so on. Singularly unable to write, and even my feeble attempts to edit a few photos from the weekend fizzled out. Besides, I might as well give up on the photography - the best two photos of the entire weekend were taken by Nephew #1 (of Nephew #2) and Favourite Niece (of Nephew #1). Admittedly, their 'miss rate' is higher than mine, but they can use my excuse (of small hands) more effectively than I can. Still, Nephew #2's contribution is to point his fingers at the camera lens...touching the camera lens. Still, probably preferable to dismantling Auntie #1's coal-effect fire...
I spent the time on the sofa deleting a lot of the pictures from this site. I haven't finished yet... Most of the ones I took are alternatively available on Under Developed, many more were originally nicked from the internet anyway, and the remainder are available from me by email on request, although whether I will comply depends on the source and nature of the request - ie family and friends photos are likely only to be supplied to f&f.
I was quite pleased with myself when I awoke from a troubled sleep at about 3am. I was dreaming that I had become President of the USA, which is my own fault for watching four episodes of West Wing and Commander in chief in twenty four hours....it was a shame I awoke because I was in the process of bringing about World Peace. But more importantly, I realised that all my low-level niggling symptoms were playing up, and rather than fret about them individually, I just decided - it's a result of the tired/achy/lack-of-energy feeling, which results from CFS/ fibromyalgia, and I just have to live with them, and accept that bad days will be bad all over. And I predicted a slump, resulting from a combination of relative visiting, tenor stalking and applying myself with enthusiasm(!) at work.
And next week, I have my initial appointment for the clinical trial in which I am participating. In due course I shall have an brain MRI and then take some anti-depressants (or a placebo) for three months...which might make me manic! Ha! It might be quite interesting to blog my mood.
