Today is the first official day after being in hospital, and I have been trying to get back in to a more normal routine and pick up where I left off. Which I will openly admit is difficult for me at the moment as the smallest things are making me feel very tired.
I slept for 12 hours last night, and didn't even notice, until I was woken by a very small and very cute little animal coming to give me a cuddle. Hope is a little angel and he loves coming up and saying hello to me and curling up next to me. It is very sweet and comforting really, knowing such a tiny little animal has adopted me as his surrogate mother. I moved over to get something last night and the little tinker came running up to me wheeking his little head off, clambering up on to Tigger and snuggling up in the crook of my arm. How cute!!
When I finally rolled out of bed, around 11, we went and got a few odds and ends from Iceland, we were running short on the basics which happens unfortunately and at least one of us needed to go, and well, I had spent the last 2 days lying around doing nothing so I thought that instead of just doing more laying around doing nothing, I would go too. It was harder work than I expected and I was shattered by the time I got back home, maybe I did do a bit too much too soon, but I like to test my boundaries from time to time. It is good to know where I stand and what I can do, rather than what I can't which gets depressing.
Hey ho, I am back home now and have decided to take to my bed for a while, catch up on TV I missed, do some reading (actually am enjoying the Metal Gear Solid novelization), Sudoku and other more sedentary pursuits, except maybe a band practice so long as I take it easy and be careful about my chest.
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