09 March, 2008

Frustrated.

Ms. Parselforce has finally uploaded the finale of Project Runway 4 (USA version) and this afternoon I got to watch who won. I cried, because that's what I do when I watch television shows. I am an ideal television watcher because I am willing to suspend disbelief and get emotionally involved with the characters I'm watching. Sort of like how I live my life, I guess.

Earlier in the day, I was invited to watch a Kenneth Brannagh play at KLPac, which I haven't yet Googled and thus don't know anything about. I turned down the invitation even though I'm really enthusiastic about getting to know the person who invited me, because I was so tired. Putra Perdana sent some plumbers over without informing me beforehand, and for a whole morning I was stuck at home listening to them jackhammering the ceiling. And after it was all done there was water all over the floor and I got upset at the overseer. I made them go find some rags and stood over the workers while they cleaned up.

When they left, I sort of collapsed in bed with aches and pains from having suffered a food-triggered migraine last night, exacerbated by dehydration and over-heating from yesterday's pondok-manning. It took me ages to get to sleep last night; I kept getting up to stifle the nausea I was feeling while lying prone. I got out of bed every twenty minutes to take walks up and down the stairs. I walked round and round the living room and dining room downstairs, shuffling in my slippers, because having momentum made me feel better. Finally I dissolved a spoonful of honey in hot water and took it to bed, taking sips while my head pounded like a ripe volcano. Also, I've been good about keeping mosquitos out of the bedroom, but last night a stray one got in. So I had a massive headache and an itchy hand and elbow to deal with. But notwithstanding all that, I fell asleep and woke up healed but tired.

I hope Alan is available for accupressure this week, because I think I'm getting sick. For the first time in 3 months, I want to go home to my husband.

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