There’s this frustrating domino effect that happens when I’m not well. Take today as an example. I’ve been holed up in bed napping with bad fibro pain from painting yesterday. I’ve dragged myself out of bed with thoughts of a hot bath. Then I’ve looked at the trashed kitchen and decided I’d clean it up and wash the dishes first. Lovely Rose has just had her work shift today extended to 11 hours which is a little brutal for someone who was up at 6am this morning to start work. I want to make dinner for her tonight. So I’ve looked up recipes but can’t find anything nice that only uses what I have in the house. That means getting dressed to go to the shops. I’ve dug sausage out of the freezer and set it to defrost and tidied the kitchen. I’m thinking – shower, dressed, shops. I’d like to go to the coles a little further away to buy some nice bread to bake with the soup. But I have huge difficulties sticking to a budget in the shops, and the bigger the shop, the bigger my problem there. Plus it’s further away. So, local shops. Oh wait, if I’m going local I should fill that script. Oh and I need more pain killers. I wonder where that script is? I’ll have to find it. 
Then I’m adding in – oh if I’m going to the shops I should take Zoe, she’s had so few walks lately while I’ve been sick. Then I’m thinking wait I need to get this on quickly because it takes a few hours in the slow cooker and it’s already afternoon. No, wait, I need to wash the current dishes before making new ones or I’ll get overwhelmed and won’t touch the kitchen for days. I really don’t have time for that. Maybe I’ll leave the dog home, drive to the shops and walk her later. (I know I wont) Maybe skip the shower, throw on any old clothes, shop, cook, clean, then have a bath. (I know I wont dress then undress for a bath then dress again, once I’m dressed, the inertia factor is too high when I feel crook) Right. Bugger it. Forget the bath, forget the dog, forget the script get to the shops, buy spuds, cabbage, pain killers, and come home and cook. Oh, and get dressed first.
Then I’m adding in – oh if I’m going to the shops I should take Zoe, she’s had so few walks lately while I’ve been sick. Then I’m thinking wait I need to get this on quickly because it takes a few hours in the slow cooker and it’s already afternoon. No, wait, I need to wash the current dishes before making new ones or I’ll get overwhelmed and won’t touch the kitchen for days. I really don’t have time for that. Maybe I’ll leave the dog home, drive to the shops and walk her later. (I know I wont) Maybe skip the shower, throw on any old clothes, shop, cook, clean, then have a bath. (I know I wont dress then undress for a bath then dress again, once I’m dressed, the inertia factor is too high when I feel crook) Right. Bugger it. Forget the bath, forget the dog, forget the script get to the shops, buy spuds, cabbage, pain killers, and come home and cook. Oh, and get dressed first.
Go to the bedroom to get dressed and realise I haven’t even had breakfast yet and shouldn’t drive before I’ve eaten.
Facepalm. Too hard.
Sarah K Reece 