Birthday
The birthday satan tried to push me out of balance this morning, and make me lose my birthday joy.
First. I was so proud having exited the apartment without waking Melvin at 7 am (and having cut out a few things of my morning routine to make myself on time for sure). As I was descending the stairwell outside my apartment I realised I had forgotten my wallet. And since I was driving (reason1) to an appointment where I would have to i.d. myself (reason2) and pay 100 kr (reason3) - I realised there were nothing else to do than to re-enter the apartment. Risking waking the dog, i.e. having to walk him, or force my sleeping honey out of bed walking the dog.
I unlocked the door, and re-entered. My bag was just inside the door, so I got out my wallet, and tried to sneak back out. But in the middle of all my sneaking, Melvin came waltzing out of the bedroom, heading for the living room. I didn't want him to pee on the floor, so I went after him - with a plan of bringing him back into Johan in the bedroom. I got hold of the little Melvin, and when I returned to the door, I just saw the tail of Cute Cat - heading out. So I said a little prayer, containing too many nasty words to mention, and put down melvin, shut the door and ran after the cat. Cute Cat went past the little outdoors area we have on the first floor, and continued past all the apartments on the first floor, and then jumped up on the ledge of the fence - balancing away. I got hold of him, and hurried back to the apartment, threw in the cat, and locked the door again. Pheew.
I was starting to be a bit delayed for my meeting, and hurried to the car. When I sat down in the car I heard a very quiet but oh so familiar sound. The sound of the car ventilation. I used the car yesterday, and turned it off, but incompletely apparently. I must have missed the very last step to turning of the ventilation completely, so it had been on all night. I swore a little bit more, but thought "perhaps it will still work, perhaps!". I turned the key, and absolutely nothing. The car didn't make any kind of sound at all, not even a small cough. Nothing.
So I realised I was bound to miss my appointment which was now going to commence in 8 minutes at St Lars, which is on the completely opposite side of Lund, probably a good 20 min bike ride from where I live. I didn't have my helmet or bike lights, and I sure as hell didn't want to go back in. And also, I didn't want to get to my appointment all sweaty. So I ran the 200 meters to the bus stop, and waited patiently. I switched buses in town, and got on the last bus towards my destination. As I sat down, the bag carrying my yoghurt, muesli, and sandwiches ruptured. It just broke. All along the side the glue decided to let go, and let all my food items fall out.
I shrugged with a "yeah, yeah". I am ms patience today! Nothing can ruin my birthday bliss!
I spent 2 hours in a super-bright room, as a part of a new therapy form I'm trying out. I was efficient, reading papers while sitting there, trying my best not to fall asleep. Eventhough the room is bright, it is quite tempting to fall asleep in the comfy chairs, all wrapped in your robe, under a blanket, with your feet up on a stool. Very comfortable, but strictly no sleeping. I will be there every day for 2 hours, between 7-9 am, for two weeks to begin with. Then I will evaluate if it helps me, and depending on the result - either stop for good, or continue accordingly (e.g. once-twice a week during the dark seasons). It felt really good sitting there reading, at least once the eyes had gotten used to the light. It felt really dark outside when I got out at 10.15 am. It makes me understand how dark it really is these days. It's going to be very interesting to see if the light has any effect on my tiredness!
White room.
2 Comments:
Grattis, grattis, grattis igen din gamla get:) oturlig start på dagen liksom...Jag hoppas att det går bättre i kväll! Ljusterapin verkar mkt spännande! Skulle vlija gå med dig och prova jag med, men jag väntar...
Stor Kram på dig, busviggen, kissmelvin och snyggdaniel:)
Du är en fjant elisabet (jag menar då mest avslutet med kissmelvin och snyggdaniel). Du borde hänga med på ljusterapin, om inget annat för att hålla mig vaken. Det är så lätt att slumra till i mys-stolen när klockan är halv åtta och man sovit 6 timmar bara =). Som jag fick kämpa säkert en halvtimme, innan kräktröttheten släppte. Nu är jag effektiv som fan (inbillar jag mig) på labbet.
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