Making the effort

Monday, 28 April 2008

I could have slobbed around beeling sorry for myself tonight.

But I didn’t, I dragged myself off, rather reluctantly, to the bridge club. And my partner and I did rather well. I suspect that feeling drained and listless left me to tired to worry about it, so I relaxed and played well. And as a result I feel much more cheerful.

It’s always worth making the effort, then, even when you don’t feel like it.


The Morning After

Monday, 28 April 2008

I slept badly again last night. I’m still having trouble breathing and I still have an infection on my chest so I’m coughing a lot, but it’s a lot looser this morning so maybe the Amoxycillin is working and I’m on the mend. Until the next time – it seems like every couple of months now.

Also, I’m feeling miserable still. Not as miserable as I did first thing. At about 10 last night my broadbean suddenly went dead and I had nightmare visions of being completely cut off from the world just when I needed the world most. I woke up full of dread. But as you see, all was well when I powered up this morning.

I still dream of a good sociable night in the pub with a bunch of friends. It seems a long time now.