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Sweet Mary Mother of God! Monday and I’ve been such a zombie! Still managed 2,000 steps, but absolutely knackered! I have a feeling you will not want to Google that word, so I just mean I felt wiped out all day. I was actually hungry for lunch before what I deem lunchtime. Made it home in one-piece by tram and walking. Then had my medicine, and a serious hit of sugar…..
Turned out, upon sending a shout out to my Kinesiologist friend it was a full moon last Friday. Now, my crazy-lady hormones are not in sync with the full moon and I don’t want to go out and howl at the moon (meow?) but I do notice my energy is completely zapped at the full moon. And the 1AM curfew kinda goes out the window, as does the anti-Pre-Dinner kip. Managed to avoid the kip but just barely. Oh, heard back from the real estate about the property I found online last night……AND it’s already gone! Really hating the whole house hunting thing.
Tuesday, a spanner in the works for my normal program, it’s the day I actually enjoyed last week’s foodie good mental health day post. Saw my Chiro a day early to make room for a different appointment on Wednesday. Got to get to the Community Health Centre for a massage so that was a bonus. Ate a delicious chicken salad there I had picked up earlier. I forgot to do some food styling so no photo. Went for a big walk to the bank and back and was lucky to be given a lift home. Arrived home to discover I left my phone in Michael’s car. Before questions arise, yes! I’m that person who feels like they have had an arm cut off without their phone. You can have the left one, it doesn’t work!
My phone was likely on silent! So, if I rang it he wasn’t likely to hear it and I otherwise didn’t have numbers stored anywhere else. It’s the problem with technology. Messages via social media and was happy to hear within a few hours my phone was safely with Michael. Hope to be reunited tomorrow amongst the chaos.
Thursday, still feeling like a complete zombie. After a few hours of trying to get in touch with the lovely Young John, he took me to where my phone was to collect it. It was a very efficient trip there and home again. I felt a little jet-lagged even. No speed limits broken but I got home and my cup of tea was still warm enough to drink as I had to leave my breakfast, to not put Young John’s schedule out. Checked my pedometer and Michael did nothing to boost my digits. Sadly. Got to rest a little before I went out again for my first appointment for the day.
Back to the dreaded dentist! I had my first 2 fillings to be mended done, as they only needed some of the existing filling drilled away, cleaned up, dried off and refilled I bare-knuckled it. The teeth were right next to each other making it easier and we agreed if I felt any pain I would raise my left hand. No! I reminded her it would be my right hand. (Again!) I worked out this time what it is that makes me squirm. (Irony) it’s all the packing they wedge down against my tongue that makes me feel nauseous and then, there’s that exciting ‘drowning’ sensation. The packing is obviously meant for her not me.
Anyway, left there on foot and walked (got some steps in) to the tram. Trammed it to my neighbourhood and as I had not had lunch yet (it was 3.30pm) and I had 30 minutes to spare so I had a coffee and a French donut. Not photo worthy but got me through. Made it to acupuncture, fell asleep waiting. Got stabbed, caught up on messages and after about 20 minutes I couldn’t wait any longer to get to the bathroom, took out my 8 needles and got a taxi home. The weather had gotten rather untrustworthy by then.
The zombie feeling kicked back in and I vowed to get to bed early. Sat on the couch, felt a bit of a migraine coming on but by the time I caught up on some admin the night progressed as usual.
Stop Press! I made it to bed last night by 1. 30am……..At least it was close to my self-imposed curfew! Now you should appreciate why I didn’t make the time earlier which is what Ms Jillian (my Shrink) wanted me to achieve. She is clearly dreaming. As much I have told her.
Spent the day making calls, locked in the date for my NDIS review. Can’t believe it’s taken 6 months. Now to get new quotes for things I am trying to get funded, new letters of support. Fingers crossed, if I get everything I need I might not need to move.
Now I’m dreaming.
Managed not to have a kip. Ok, helped that I had a visit from the famous Aunty Christine. Who told me she has never seen my hair look so messy. I have a million pins up there right now. Let’s see if I can get a before and after photo tomorrow?
Lucky, unlucky, you be the judge.
And look, here is another few……
(I just want you to know this was without any notice or preparation, from my blind-side.)
And then even posing, I still look hungover and stoned!
I consider this my default-look. (At times referred to as my ‘Resting Bitch Face)
So despite not drinking or smoking I guess it is what it is. A little insight into my look. Again, got to bed again last night by 1.30am. (I don’t like to think at all related to my default look!)
Friday, my adventure with my lovely young carer Jennifer, got to K-Mart, Aldi, Coles, the bakery, the butchers and Lincraft.
I’ve started getting Christmas presents………I can’t help myself. Home and (never say I don’t know how to motivate, Jennifer never needs motivating). Together we made a big batch of minestrone and I also marinated some chicken in Portuguese marinade and while Jennifer my carer departed around 6.30…….. I finally had my custard scroll and my coffee around 7.30pm, dinner even later. Bottled the minestrone (yield;8 Passatta bottles) around midnight. Then got to finishing my admin and emails. Now 2am Saturday morning I’m going off-grid or I’m going to try.
Over the weekend, nice weather in Melbourne, over the week, I’ve had some t-shirt days and some wool days. More t-shirt days coming. A very lazy weekend making me a very happy girl. Monday is going to be a crazy day, even going to see a potential new home. Keeping in mind, I move house, I have some financial flexibility and can get my new fur-baby. Here’s hoping.