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It’s Definitely Sunday


I spent all of yesterday feeling like it was Sunday instead of Saturday. I had all the usual “Sunday” symptoms. I dropped just about everything. What I didn’t drop seemed to fall out at me, jump away from me or else somehow managed to escape.

I spent a bit of time reading since my legs were in so much pain. Even the pages in the book conspired against me by either being stubbornly against turning or by trying to turn back. I gave up and spent some time cutting out fabric pieces. Most ended up wonky because nothing was cooperating with me.

I cooked sausages for tea. Every one of them tried to fight my desire for them to turn just so in order that they would cook evenly.

By the end of the evening just about everything was annoying me. As I readied for bed, I tried to be positive and tell myself “At least my “Sunday” is over and out of the way now”.

No such luck!

Today is a “Sunday” proper. On top of the above symptoms, I am also struggling to type properly. I keep making typos and spelling as if I am dyslexic. And I’m not!

I have plenty that needs to get down around the house but I am loathe to start anything under the circumstances. I’m just not keen for a full-on repeat of yesterday’s palaver. It is annoying and frustrating. It makes me wonder if there is something wrong with me. Are my fingers incapable of receiving messages from my brain properly now? I’m sure that’s nonsense but cannot think of anything else to explain why everything I touch goes wonky. Perhaps the stars are not in a good alignment for me. Who knows?

Beyond the irritation, I am also angry. Angry at life for giving me 2 “Sundays” in a row. I feel unfairly penalised. What have I done to deserve this double sentence? I feel victimised, mistreated and abused. Can I not just have a pleasant Sunday for once? Please?

Psaryce x

I Had A “Monday”!


For those who know me, you are aware that I don’t have “Mondays” like most people. No, I have “Sundays” instead. For years now, Sundays have been the day of my week when things went wrong, I feel sluggish, I fumble a lot, things around me fall, etc. But today I actually experienced a “Monday” and I didn’t like it at all.

It began with a case of insomnia preventing me from falling asleep until after 3am. My legs were achy (nothing new) but the main problem was I couldn’t get my mind to settle down. I eventually drifted off into a restless sleep until the alarm began sounding at 6.30am. And I had to get up. I had to take my daughter to an orthodontist appointment.

I struggled hard to get coherent enough to get dressed and set off for the bus stop. The cold wind did nothing to help wake me. If anything it made me sleepier. Naturally the bus was running late but no worries. Thanks to the schedule we were due to arrive with a spare 30 minutes.

Then we hit traffic. Great! My daughter was already nervous about getting braces and now she started worrying about being late. As we slowly carried on, I began to get worried as well. There is a 10-15 minute walk from where we get off the bus and I can only push myself so far with my leg issues. I was out of breath and in pain when we finally arrived. Guess what? They still hadn’t opened their doors! About 5 minutes later they let us in, we register then sat down to wait to be called. The x-ray went fine but she didn’t get her braces. It seems she has been neglecting to brush her teeth recently. So we get to go through this fun all over again in 4 weeks.

Of course by the time we got back to the bus stop, we’d just missed our bus home. An hour to kill and she was furious with herself. Not good company at all. We got a drink each and a couple of vegetable samosas from a newsagent I usually stop in when I go into the city centre. We meandered through shops, she gradually let go of her anger then made our way back to the stop.

She got off the bus at school and I carried on. I was so tired and in pain, I wanted to go straight home. Sadly I couldn’t as I needed to fill a prescription in the village. I practically stumbled the entire way home (1/2 a mile from the village). I was a worried someone would see me and think me drunk. My legs hurt and felt wobbly so I didn’t have proper control over their movements. But I made it home then collapsed on the couch. I have remained here for the most part ever since.

On the plus side, while waiting for my prescription to be filled, I popped into my favourite charity shop. I undercovered 15 Agatha Christie books for just 10p each! I also picked up 3 hardback volumes containing 3 Christie novels each for just £2.50 in total! So 24 Agathas for just £4! WooHoo!

So I had a “Monday”, it wasn’t all bad though I didn’t like it much but I survived.

Psaryce x