In the end I managed to get through Monday entirely unscathed and just about hung on for a full 8 hour day at work before going home for a nap (who said napping in your 20s is no good). Hairy kindly offered to cook dinner and I spent the short time I was up sitting next to him on the sofa talking drivel. According to him I beat people with frozen herring; I'm 99% sure that never happened.
I decided I'd tackle the fall out between my lungs and the rest of my body with medication (continued) and an early night. Poor Hairy wouldn't have gotten near me by the time he got to bed because while I need to sit up I still have the ability to more or less make a snuggle fort out of pillows and blankets - you can't touch me dear but at least I'm comfy!
Dreams last night continue to be amusing when I'm awake but a slight concern if they reflect my subconscious in any way, shape or form. You've got to wonder how any of these images are helping process anything. Trust me it's not.
First I dreamt I was in a department store that doesn't exist where I grew up. I was upstairs with a friend trying to find socks for HP but they only had socks and gloves for cats and his feet would be too big. I tried to get out of the department store but suddenly we were surrounded by parents and children holding partially eaten cake and they were all unhappy because they had apparently all booked a birthday party at McDonalds. Then the girl I co-manage my department with at work arrived and we were all going on a work night out but one of the other managers wasn't happy at the guest list. We seemed to be in a reception hall with blue up lighting and all around us people were either playing truth or dare or spin the bottle. I saw HP necking on with a random man (as you do) but the other manager was now cross because he wanted a girl called Amy to present birthday presents to a girl called Joanne but we had forgotten to buy Amy presents too. Then instead of rectifying this situation I seemed to get in a massive circular bath that had been a table, proceeded to touch my toes and wash my hair only I dropped my engagement ring and lost it down the plug hole. I woke up panicked I'd lost it since I've got form - I've lost 4 rings so far.
Off I went back to bed and then I found I was trying to make it to the boat to leave the Isle of Wight except an older couple ran in front and stole the boat. I ended up with 2 people from work trying to find another way out but we were just walking over massive boulders and they seemed to go on forever and then I realised they weren't boulders it was a man and his tumours had turned him to stone. We found a clearing and I was trying to take a photo but we were attacked. I was surrounded by masked men who were screaming at me to release him (no idea who that was). Then I turned into the worst knock off Wolverine ever - big sharp shards of metal sprang from my breasts and butt (no joke) and to save us all I either had to ram them or run at them chest first! I mean come on brain, how is THAT the superhero you'd imagine to be?! Watch out, you'll die with her pointy boobs in your face! I know I said I didn't want to be the human strawberry plant but surely this isn't much of an improvement?
Needless to say, I wasn't so sure I wanted to go back to sleep after that so off to work early I go. Thank badgers for flexi! Some how I think I'll be in bed again tonight by 8.30pm but today I first have an important meeting/presentation to drag my lungs through so I guess I shall prepare for that.
