Ahhhhhh! The joyous day AFTER a miserable bout of gastro has arrived. Even though I am still battling the remnants of the head cold (and again, thank you EVER so much to the charmer who coughed their germs all over us in the waiting room, I curse you each time I hurk up lumps of grey-green phlegm) I took an extra dose of antihistamine and managed 10 glorious hours of sleep, with only two half hour bouts of being awake. YAY!
(I used to worry about these passages of wakefulness – but after more reading, I now understand that it’s quite normal. The only thing that makes it a problem is WORRYING about being awake – now I just read a few pages or do a mindfulness exercise and go back to sleep.)
Poor Mr Beloved is about a day behind and is still quite miserable with the head cold.
Christmas Day was a bit of a misery. I get panic attacks when I feel I can’t breathe, which of course leads to MORE panic unless I can break the cycle by – yep, trying to breathe. *headdesk* My new word for trying to get to mindfulness is “noticing…” – that’s useful for getting back into the reality of what’s actually happening instead of ramping up into mindless panic.
When I did eventually crawl out of bed I decided to go get some groceries, and try for a couple of towels (BIG towels, 1metre x 2 metres – we are – well, ROUND people and ordinary sized bath towels are inadequate) that had been advertised at Big W. I left the house intending to drive over to the mall, and if the carpark was insanely full then I’d turn around and just do some groceries at the local shops. But by sleeping in I’d managed to miss the mad people who hit the sales early – and I still got the towels. Another win! (They’re not brilliant quality but for the price, if they last a year before becoming paint rags I’ll be happy.)
Now it’s time to go boil the potatoes for salad tonight and later, we’re watching the DR WHO CHRISTMAS SPECIAL! WOOO HOOOO!!