this is how it is....

So last night, I didn't sleep so well, despite taking magnesium and a drowsy antihistamine that the GP gave me. I mean it had the right of effect of making me feel nice and woozy....but I woke at 3 am and again at 5am with nightmares of seeing and interacting with Greg and his new girlfriend. I lay in bed... Heard the cat feeder activate at 6:30...I think I managed to drift off eventually as my brain woke me up again at 9 ish...I lay in bed feeling my heart pounding viciously in my chest for the best part of an hour. Trying to breathe my way through it to see if it would calm down. It wouldn't...

I drew the curtain to peak outside and saw Chip dash past... Managed to get out of bed to let my poor cats in to access the cat feeder :) Dale came rushing in first and ran straight to the biscuits followed quickly by Chip...they scoffed down their breakfast and theb Dale demanded lots of cuddles and attention. Then what Chip finished his breakfast I gave him a good brushing, which he seemed to enjoy.

Mum left the house around 10:20....and I noticed she left me the laundry to hang up. So had my breakfast of vitamins and a big mug of tea...then hung up the laundry.

Then tried to stretch for 10 mins. Followed by cleaning put the mouse cage (which had not been changed for a week!). Quickly trimmed my hair, showered, washed hair. Then attempted to dash out to meet some old friends that I knew from when we lived in Shanghai.

I was trying to meet them in Brick Lane, near Aldgate East. But couldn't orientate myself to find Whitechapel gallery....so after starting off in one direction, decided to about turn and then go in the other, and then doubked back on myself again....called up Jaime and then proceeded to cry at him on the phone that I couldn't work out where I was and it was stressing me out....but I did manage to find them eventually....but seeing them made me cry...then we sat in a cafe for a coffee (they said I looked as though I had lost weight) and i cried at them there too...but the nice waitress gave me some napkins to sob into....

Eventually we did leave the cafe...and tried to head to south ken, but the London native got us all on the wrong train (thought we were on the district but turns out we were on the Hammersmith and city....and so they ended up being late for their 16:00 ticket for the natural history museum...

I'm currently hiding in the V&A cafe trying to eat something ... to avoid the stress of the crowds in the natural history museum.



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