We all have days like this. Feeling deflated, out of sorts, confused and lethargic. Doesn’t matter how old or young you are, we all get them.
I knew today was going to be problematic after stubbing my toe on the bed as I got up. One of those moments where you hear the crack of bone coming off second best to the base of the bed. There’s a very brief moment before the pain kicks in, only very brief, and arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhh. Because it’s still early and you don’t want to wake anyone, you leap about like a demented frog, trying your very best to keep the lid on any screaming. If like me, you can hear the expletives racing through your mind, almost every swear word and blaspheme you can think of.
Slowly, the pain gets easier, enough so you can stand on two feet again. Then after you have subdued all the screaming, the pain and the language, a little voice creeps from underneath the blankets. “Did it hurt, love?” and you’re sure you heard the tiniest of sniggers at the end! “Of course it bloody hurt!! Flipping heck!!!” And in a flash, you make for the bathroom. Our house is an upside-down house, the bedroom is downstairs, so when you exit, you go upstairs as opposed to going down. In fact, sometimes, I think my whole life is upside down.
Laurel & Hardy
Still smarting from the toe crushing accident, I made my way towards the seven steps that lead to the next floor in the house. I must have done it without incident a gazillion times before, but not today! The third step in and wallop, I was back at the bottom only this time I had banged my other foot. I was beginning to think I was part of a Laurel and Hardy film. Once again, that voice squawked from the bedroom, “good grief, what are you doing?” “Nothing”, I muttered under my breath. I almost made the decision to go back to bed, it seemed the safest alternative.
..like a party balloon that’s served its usefulness!
By the time I had showered and breakfasted, I was feeling pretty sore. Listening to the news was depressing, so I made a pot of tea. This always makes me feel better. It wasn’t until I poured out the first mugful that I realised I hadn’t put any teabags in the pot. Oh my, it was headache time and after fixing the tea situation, I hobbled to the settee to sit down and rest. I do hate that feeling of lethargy, the can’t be bothered attitude and thankfully it doesn’t creep up on me too often. So I sat down and like a party balloon after it’s served its usefulness, I could feel myself deflating. May as well stay where I am for today, it’s not going to get any better.
If you’re having a day of feeling flat, this website might help: Feeling Flat.