Well that’s another day over and that wasn’t bad at all.
The sleep of the dead with technicolor dreams didn’t arrive last night. I went to bed too late and got up too early, I think it might just be a bit premature too, perhaps tonight. All in all I had about 5 hours 50 minutes and I remember dreaming about lines and lines of text, some highlighted some in red, just that all night, not exactly The Beatles, Yellow Submarine that I’d been expecting, well perhaps tonight.
Went to work and forgot to put my patch on, not good, but I did luckily have a 7mg one tucked in my top pocket so that worked for the day till I got home and replaced it with one of the 14mg ones. I had a really busy day, I mean really really busy and I was a bit uppity but not too bad at all.
Bonuses today were driving between sites and not having to be late because I had to find a spot were I could have a sneaky ciggy. Another plus point was not stealing into the back garden to hide my habit from my lovely three year old daughter. Also great was having a shower and not having to get dressed again to nip out back for one before bed. Currently I’m sat on the couch in a fleecy dressing gown number lavishing in the glow of an open fire and not freezing in the corner next to the fuel tank being stalked by cats.
Fingers nearly back to finger colour, breath not there yet but get closer, skin still looking ancient, lungs feel full of gooey stuff but not much in the sharp pain dept’ and not sooo tight. Not shouting at anyone yet, car smelling of fish and chips and not tab ends.
Looking forward to a week in bed and A Matter of Life and Death, heaven scenes.