Just quickly before I start today’s reflections…. this will make you laugh. I left my husband and youngest watching some crazy Marvel film thingy last night and took myself off to bed. I have a little routine – face cream, eye cream,hand cream, ear plugs in, phone on charge, meds in, water ready, biscuits for the night as the steroids make me eat for England, sick bucket (it’s an old tupperware box – just in case), eye mask ready… and them somehow after all of this my head hits the pillow and I go to sleep. Except tonight my head did not hit the pillow. When my husband came to bed a few hours after me he was greeted by his bald wife sat bolt up right in bed, no ear plugs in, no eye mask on, just sat there mouth gaping, drooling and in such a deep sleep. He thought I was dead!!
I did laugh!!!
Greedy…….
Back to today. So this is what I have eaten so far today:- Weetabix, sausage and scrambled egg burrito, 2 x biscuits with tea, roast beef dinner, chocolate covered pineapples and now I am back in bed waiting for my daughter to make me a cheese toastie. WTF? My God. Despite feeling sickly all day I have an appetite. It’s funny but I do feel slightly better once I have eaten. My course of anti-sickness medications has stopped now and my Dexamethasone have been reduced by half each day. I just don’t feel myself and these steroids are having a good old go at me. I want them to leave me be now.
My sister gave me tuning fork therapy again tonight. This assists the immune system and helps stimulate the body to heal itself. It’s soothing and relaxing and it’s good we can share this experience together. I can see she is keen to help me anyway she can. It also gives me time to reflect quietly and calmly within and on myself. However, with my husband in the room swearing and ranting because his BOSE wireless headphones won’t connect to his phone and my eldest daughter on loop of some kind of Tik Tok song about police and Lamborghini’s , I had to kind of work hard to blank out the din from that little lot.
On days like these I long the day time hours away so I can get back in bed again. A lark not an owl, I love my earlynights and early mornings.