I feel like a Christmas toy whose batteries are on the blink. My energy levels have gone through the floor. What is going on with me? The good news is, I felt so appalling today, I gave the cheese and chocolate a wide birth.
This cold of mine is winning the battle. I spent much of the day in bed and that in turn, has busted my back. Now I can’t breathe through my nose, walk without pain, sit or lie down.
As I’ve decided to be kind to myself, I’ve booked a cranial osteopath to see if he can sort my Knotted shoulders. It’s not going to be cheap, but I’m worth it.
Perhaps it’s good that I am taking it easy this week. If all goes according to plan, I have six new clients starting in the second week of January and I am going to need my energy – and a new assistant. Also, the non-fiction book project has got the go ahead and that will take up a lot of my time. Can I manage all of this alongside my dad’s illness without my stress levels going through the roof? I have to.
I watched a film on Netflix called Bird Box last night and I’m not sure it was such a good idea – it has polluted my mind with creepy stuff. It was very clever though. I wish I’d thought of it. Still, if I am going to watch TV before bed, I should at least try and make it uplifting. That’s EastEnders off the menu then…
I love me.