Do something good every day

        I have not been at my best this last fortnight. It's been like wading through treacle to try and keep up with my writing. Sleep, my body says....sleep. So I do, whether I want to or not. I fall asleep everywhere, watching tv, in a cafe, one day, even having a sit down in the bathroom, after my shower. Cat naps they used to call them. Except that cats seem, to sleep undisturbed for hours at a time. They don't have shopping, or laundry to do. They don't have writing to keep up with, or jobs to do. I madea vow  to myself to write this blog every day, and I have kept up with it really well, but for goodness sakes...it's wearing me down now. The cat, well it has a pretty good life doesn't it. Someone will make sure they are fed, or watered, or whatever. No, they stretch out, in the warmest spot, and sleep whenever they fancy. There is no guilt, no timetable, they stretch out, their body boneless, it's so relaxed. Barely bothering to open an eye from morning to night.

          Even when I give in, lie down, allow myself five, ten, fifteen minutes of pure napping. It stops nothing, it certainly doesn't solve my tiredness problems. It all resumes again, as soon as I resume an alert posture. Ha! Obviously, not such an alert posture after all....sleep keeps creeping up, on slippered, silent feet. It's true, I cough, and suffer a bit in the night. Everything seems worse in the middle of the night. Perhaps I am not getting enough rest, good rest. Then, in the night, the throat feels as if it's cut, not just sore. The head is as heavy as a cannon ball. The ears, and nose ache, everything aches, even my neck, and won't stop. As I creep about, in the dark, getting drinks, or rubbing on Vic's vapour rub, or clutching heating pads, I long for morning.....for an end to this torture.

           When it comes, of course I am like a dead slug, trying to get from under the covers. Perhaps I should be kinder to myself, and stay in bed for the day. I did do it one day, I slept most of the day, which did not help me the next night. Not at all, you would think it would, but no.  The cycle just continues, it's like Groundhog Day. I cannot see an end, or an improvement in sight.

            Of course, the doctor can't see you for, oh how long, a fortnight? You can see the nurse if your are desperate...I am, I am, I am desperate. Oh we don't give antibiotics, although I will write a prescription, but don't have it filled unless you are burning with fever, or much worse. No, I promise, I 'll keep managing. Which, I do of course. I am such a MAN! Well, I've told you that before haven't I. At a least I'm not alone here, so I shan't die in the night, and no one know for days. But, no one notices my nightly sojourns. Which, is exactly as I intend I suppose. I can manage, course I can. Stiff upper lip, and all that.

         Of, course, it didn't get worse, I didn't fill the prescription, I didn't die. It has...almost.... gone, although it still flares up from time to time. Or, is that hour, to hour. It's a strange malady, well, they are nowadays aren't they? In fact, nothing in the world around you, is the same as you remember in your childhood, or your parents childhood. That is like another race of beings altogether, that one, only memories inside your head.

        Ok, I am sure you are all very pleased you will get to read lots more from me. I must find time to get back to editing my books, get them ready for publishing. Blogs are great, I ha had several months on them now,  but I want to complete those books. I have been on them enough years, its more than time. Who knows, I could be the next big thing. Just as soon as my ears stop aching again....

        Oh yes, and the title of this blog, despite what happens in your life, remember we are all here to help each other. It can be in minuscule ways. Tell someone they look nice, or how pleased you are to see them. Or, offer to do something to help them out. Because you never really know how they feel inside, how well they are coping with their life. Or, they may just be as awkward as me, and not admit when they would love someone to cosset them a little.

          If only I did not have that devil on my shoulder, saying,' you can manage' or 'for gods sakes, stop moaning, and complaining' who wants to hear it. No one. I fear.

         So...back to the drawing board, or, in my case the iPad. Get this life moving again. Tomorrow, who knows, I may get through, an entire morning. Or afternoon without falling asleep unexpectedly. Now, wouldn't that be good?