Urgh. I’m sick. I hate being sick. I don’t do sick. Bleh!
I have been sick for three weeks now, it started just after my Poppa died, with a raging sore throat, which morphed into a cough and blocked nose, and it has since transformed into green snotty phlegmy yucky stuff. I’m off to the Doctors, so don’t panic.
Its been a tough couple of weeks. My Poppa died three weeks ago yesterday, and last weekend we had his memorial. I thought it would be okay, but I cried. Which is okay. I had a week this week, where I cried. Someone said something nice, someone did something nice, and the rest of the day I spent bursting into tears at the drop of a hat. So is the nature of grief.
My brother was overseas with his wife when Poppa died, so he was up over the weekend to spend time with Mum and grieve with her. I think the next wee while will be spent grieving one way or another.
A couple of times something has happened and I thought, oh Poppa would love to know about that… yeah, those moments are the hardest.
Writing hasn’t been happening much, mostly because I can’t get into that headspace necessary. I’m hoping with a return to routine, with school going back today for the third term, I might actually be able to get some writing done. And some exercise. I have been squeezing some of that into my day. I kind of need it for the sanity factor at the moment, and with it being so cold, (have I mentioned I don’t like the cold?) my exercising has moved indoors with work on my elliptical trainer and yoga sessions from youtube. I have set up my trainer so I can read while exercising – which makes more sense than watching television!
While I haven’t been writing much, I have been doing some art, and made my Mum her birthday present, but I can’t show you any pictures yet, you have to wait until after Tuesday 🙂
Anyway, here’s hoping I have a week of writing, creativity and exercise… probably jinxed it now!
What are your plans for the week.