Mar 27

 Not a terrible day today. Not a great one either. But. It's ok.

I had a little energy to spend 15 minutes in the garden. Out the front cut the top of my acer tree off, and out the read did a little tidying. And that was me done. Dizzy. Heart thumping. Asthma kicking in hard. Super poor cardio.

Sigh.

There are so many things I want to do when I get a glimmer of well being. Tidy this. Tidy that. Decorate this. Shift all that. Just. Move on a bit with my life. Everything has been on pause for years. But it is not to be.

I think I'm evolving. Or that should probably be de-evolving. Into Homo Beddus. Homo Internettus. Incapable of doing shit except being in bed and possibly fucking around with computers. Perhaps my legs will drop off at some stage, and I'll just be a brain connected to a gut.

I need to get swimming again.

To do that, I kinda need my ass fixing.

To do that, the NHS needs to not be a 2 year waiting list shit show.

No holding of breath then.

I need to go swimming despite that. Really. Work around it. Go on the good days. Avoid on the bad days.

SWIMMING. MUST. GO.

In order to do that nicely I also need to cut down on my work schedule. Or, at the very least, re-arrange it to fit better with the quieter swimming periods. Bonus point. I can now attend the old fart swimming period. 50's and over. Yay. Oh. Bitter sweet.

I had more to say here. But. I've run out of steam. Drifted. That's ok. Drifting is one of the more ok things for me to do.

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