Thursday with food
Its nice when the May depression, impulsiveness, pain and other awfulness turns into getting things done and feeling good about it. Always wish we could more than but not as acutely as we used to, Last few days we havent been taking so much codiene, at night to help us sleep, because thats when hug starvation hits worse even if it hasn’t had us heartbroken and really struggling all day and because we know we have been taking to much for to long to just not take any.
Yesterday we banned ourself from gardening or playing in the mud until we did some housework and the kitchen, bathroom and hall are much less eww. Today we weeded the shady patch, put the new fancy fern in, rescued the not so fancy ones that were burning in the sun, used the three in one to put nails in the wall for wire (got lots of the glue/filler/sealant on hands and arms), planted Clare the rose (got it from David Austin its named after his daughter) with rose food plus rooting fungus and a speckled evergreen shrub. Potted up one of the geraniums that has a little pink flower starting to open. Its amazing what can be done if you eat and rest regularly, take our meds right and its late sping/early summer. Rested out of the sun in the early afternoon to, caught up on Jane. Got to stay on migraine watch of course. Been headachy at times but nothing major thank fuck.
Light work tomorrow if we are up for it. Need to get the manual mower out, weed the stone borders and our bedroom could really to with a tidy to. Will be giving stuff a good watering and then see how we feel from there.
Would very much like to spend more of course, on shrubs that look cool in the winter to, pots for stuff that we grew from seed, those big beautiful African daisies.. but we have those miniter sun flower seeds and some dried lupid pods from a neighbor so we can start them of and be patient. Packed garden waste bin means we cant be doing much more with the really wild patch with giant bastard strong nettles that sting through gloves got some heavy dutier ones but there one size so huge on our child sized digits and not gauntlets.. gonna have to have our arms covered to deal with anymore of them. They are evil.
Tired and sore and a bit happy now as well as the usual sad and hurt. Hope sleep doesn’t bring too much awfulness but if it does and we cant do much tomorrow the flowers will still be growing, getting bigger stronger and beautifuler.
Yesterday we banned ourself from gardening or playing in the mud until we did some housework and the kitchen, bathroom and hall are much less eww. Today we weeded the shady patch, put the new fancy fern in, rescued the not so fancy ones that were burning in the sun, used the three in one to put nails in the wall for wire (got lots of the glue/filler/sealant on hands and arms), planted Clare the rose (got it from David Austin its named after his daughter) with rose food plus rooting fungus and a speckled evergreen shrub. Potted up one of the geraniums that has a little pink flower starting to open. Its amazing what can be done if you eat and rest regularly, take our meds right and its late sping/early summer. Rested out of the sun in the early afternoon to, caught up on Jane. Got to stay on migraine watch of course. Been headachy at times but nothing major thank fuck.
Light work tomorrow if we are up for it. Need to get the manual mower out, weed the stone borders and our bedroom could really to with a tidy to. Will be giving stuff a good watering and then see how we feel from there.
Would very much like to spend more of course, on shrubs that look cool in the winter to, pots for stuff that we grew from seed, those big beautiful African daisies.. but we have those miniter sun flower seeds and some dried lupid pods from a neighbor so we can start them of and be patient. Packed garden waste bin means we cant be doing much more with the really wild patch with giant bastard strong nettles that sting through gloves got some heavy dutier ones but there one size so huge on our child sized digits and not gauntlets.. gonna have to have our arms covered to deal with anymore of them. They are evil.
Tired and sore and a bit happy now as well as the usual sad and hurt. Hope sleep doesn’t bring too much awfulness but if it does and we cant do much tomorrow the flowers will still be growing, getting bigger stronger and beautifuler.
