Now, it takes me a while to come around on a morning and I have yet to shower and sort out my scarecrow hairstyle… and I’m only on my second coffee of the day. I have a mountain of washing to do, chores around the house…. you get the picture. It’s called life, isn’t it?
There is also a matter of posting on my blog. I’ve made myself a promise that I’ll try and be a good girl and post on each of my blogs, at least once a day. I failed yesterday. We had the Duracell bunny. I’ll give myself that.
But, a damn nail in the car tyre… that can wait, whilst I get myself together.
In line with most bloggers/ Twitterers and Facebookers, I get extremely twitchy if I don’t blog. Why? My post will most likely go unread, or at least not be acknowledged until later in the day. Because, my fellow bloggers and followers are taking part in this thing called life. That’s fine… but I need to blog. It sets me up for the day. It seems that I’m addicted. Fine.
So, Mr Whale is waiting for me to go to the garage. He has taken his coat off… for now. I made him… I’m a hard woman.
Parkinson’s disease takes a rational and calm person and makes them more anxious and sometimes quite unreasonable. Mr Whale won’t be able to settle until the wheel is sorted out. That’s fine, it is important and needs to be done. But, it is part of life’s merry little dance and will have to be danced accordingly.
We will be making an appearance at the garage within the next couple of hours… just as soon as I am ready to emerge from my cocoon and face the world. Because, migraine makes me like that.
As for my other carefully laid plans for today? They lie in tatters… sob!
How about you?
- Is your day running like clockwork?
- Have you had a spanner thrown in your works?
- Did it hurt?
I must go. Mr Whale has clocked that I’m actually on here typing this and not in the shower. But then, life’s like that!
Have a great day, wherever you are and thanks for stopping by here to listen to my moan.
Until the next time.