Please Don't Wake Me

No, Don't Shake Me
Leave Me Where I Am
I'm Only Sleeping


Well, last night's events blindsided me, that's for sure. Had a bath, as I am wont to do, felt a little light-headed when I got out, sweat pouring off me, so I dried myself off and put myself to bed. The room was spinning and then the projectile hurling and more (much more) started. Wowwee, didn't see that coming.

Went out with Alf this morning as I thought the fresh air would help. It didn't. I had to concede defeat when the hot and colds and the shakes kicked in. Sat down for a while to let him have a play but had to give in. Went to collect Caspar, the foster cat, with the sweat pouring off me as I drove, so relieved to get home. Tried to sit in the garden for a while (see above), despite the cloud it's warm and the bikini top was on but its now 2.45 and I'm back in bed. Everything's aching, the dodgy knee, kidneys, the lot. Sometimes you have to listen to your body. Right now, mine is saying 'what you need is a lovely cup of tea and a nice lie down, followed by some telly' and you know what, I think it's right.

The upside is that now everything that had been on the inside is on the outside, and I'm pure again.




I'm Only Sleeping, The Beatles, can't be arsed to look the date up.