So, last week on sick leave before I go back to work. It’s been different being off it physically, but with it mentally. What I mean is, when you’re ill, like with flu or a bad stomach, your brain is a little all over the place while your body attempts to get over the situation. This time around, despite an amount of ‘ow’, I am fairly with it, so it’s been good in that I’ve been able to catch up on reading and enjoy life in the slow lane. Taking the dog out for a few long walks – well, at least when it wasn’t chucking it down – and it’s been good being home when the kids come back from school. Okay, so I can’t run around after them, but you can get involved. Help them do a bit of baking, sit with Wee Man and offer advice on the computer game he’s stuck on. That sort of thing.
Despite all the time away and being on my own most days, there’s been zero trans stuff. Having a busted shoulder doesn’t make you want to swing the cupboard doors wide and revel in the fashions of this and yesteryear. 🙂 Still, something to look forward to as I recover. I have also missed Invasion (it’s tonight), but what’s good about that, is that there’ll be another one next month and with luck, the weather will be better too. Having a break from dressing up / going out has made me cool down and worry less. Perhaps that’s the opposite of how I feel I would feel, but right now, my energy seems to be tied up in getting better and taking it easy.
One odd thing about being off, is the amount of sleep I’ve been having. I am a bit of a napper – indeed, if there was an Olympic sport for dozing off, I’d be quids in for a gold. I’ve only broken my collar bone and I’m about as active as I am at work (hour walk at lunch, or when at home, 30 mins then 45 mins in the afternoon), so finding myself nodding off mid afternoon came as a surprise. Perhaps it’s to do with the messing about with insurance, accident reports and whatnot that goes on. I’m hesitating to use the word ‘stress’ as while it hasn’t been plain sailing, I wouldn’t say I’ve been chewing my fingernails over it. Not that you should, I mean, standards, darhlink, standards. 😉
Today’s lyric (see below if you’re not an indie kid from the 90s) is because I decided to head into town for supplies. We were low on a couple of key items and with the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones doing all the driving while I’m car-less, I decided to chance taking the bus. Now, we live out in the sticks and like our telecommunications, public transport is patchy at best. As I stood under my umbrella (ella.. ella) the bus eventually turned up. I was a bit miffed in having to wait, but then the thought turned around. Maybe it’s not public transport being rubbish, but more like a lot of things in modern life, we’re used to immediacy and having to wait seems an anathema.
Just the weekend now and then back to work. Mrs J and I will be looking at a nearly new car and then with luck, I’ll be back on the road in February. Fingers crossed as I’ve missed having the level of freedom your own car brings.
[ Today’s lyric: Eat Me Drink Me Love Me Kill Me by Pop Will Eat Itself ]