Another sick day. Slept most of the day while James cleaned my kitchen ( did I mention lately HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN??!!) The part that I didn't sleep was spent in the bathroom. I sprinted up and down that hallway so much James was seeing me when I wasn't even there. I occasionally staggered out to the living room to offer to beat up whichever neighbor was smoking right outside our window ( no worries James talked me back to bed and convinced me it was not the wisest choice- well half convinced me..) Actually the neighbors were pretty quiet today which I was thankful for. I alternated being sweating and shaking, to shivering and aching. Both at the same time a couple times. Did lots of praying ( and not all the usual "Oh God I'm so sick! Just take me now!" kind. ) which is the ideal thing to do while laying in bed afraid to move because if you do your body will notice and punish you. Watched Dr Who - by the way NOT the best choice to watch when one is feverish- and missed the ending because - yes of course- I was in the (insert nasty word here) bathroom! Propped James lap top on my lap and tried to type with one finger. Grabbed desperately at lap top as it just about slid off the bed. All in all a fun day, filled with exercise and thinking. ( finished four word puzzles in my latest word puzzle book. yes I cheated a couple times ) Got my sense of humor back a couple hours ago, after I had a weepy fit. Now that I have kept down six crackers and glass of gingerale I think it's safe to go off to bed.
But before I go I thought I'd share with you my latest
brain fart idea! So I'm stuck in bed a lot. Our bedroom is quite close to the bathroom and laying on our comfy bed with a tv and a few favorite videos is the best way to get through some of my " iffy" days. I always feel guilty though. I feel like I should be doing something important, accomplishing something on my list of " gotta do"s. Don't know why I feel guilty. Its not like I'm enjoying myself, being sick and stuck in bed. But guilt isn't always logical.
Anyways on to my idea. James could possibly be a professional organiser if he wasn't married to me. He has provided me with all sorts of sensible bins that fit stuff in neatly and slide neatly into corners, nooks and crannies. A couple of weeks ago he triumpantly carried home some long under the bed bins. Do you know what that sweet man did?! He measured under our bed, before he went, to make sure the bins would fit!! Well first I filled a couple with my magazines ( which I'm slowly sorting and tossing many) I have one empty and one almost empty. So today I'm thinking, I wish the side of my bed had more room, so I could have some craft stuff here to do. Maybe some of my hand sewing stuff or crochet projects. And BLINK the light bulb went off and now one bin, the one that slides out on my side of the bed will have some craft projects in it. The ones that don't involve a glue gun or moss or painting. Because that would not be wise and would scare my poor hubby. I'm also sliding another smaller bin or basket onto the bottom shelf of my night stand to hold some puzzle books, simple devotions books
GAGGGHHHHHH!!
Oh sorry just got spammed on messenger by a nasty dirty minded individual and it freaked me out!!!
Yeah too tired now. I'll post more tommorow.
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