Pyjama day
Last night I had a dream about real life; I woke up in the morning, did all the morning routines, and went to school. The dream was so realistic that when I woke up, I was surprised.
I also had dreams about the Overwatch characters Roadhog and Junkrat, running from an alien attack with Doctor Who (I think I actually half- shouted “Run!” in my native language when I woke up). I also had a dream where I was chased by an angry dog.
I woke up early to a splitting headache, it was like being tortured. I went to the bathroom, put my hair on a ponytail and put a shower cap over my head, and took a hot shower to calm myself.
I went back to sleep on the inflatable mattress, dripping with water.
I woke up again when my granny called. I was actually glad she had called me, because I had forgotten to call her. She went on and on about her myriad of illnesses that come with old age.
I went back to sleep and got up with Mirette and Eleclya. I took my morning medicine and antibiotics and made some coffee.
Later Mirette left, she was coming back tonight to pick up her sleepover stuff.
I took a huge dump and then I threw up. I felt a lot better after that.
I decided to spend the day in bed, I even called the care worker and asked her not to come today because I have the flu. I also called my physical therapist and asked her to postpone this week’s appointment.
I watched the movie The Mist on Netflix. I watched it during my horror movie period years ago at my own home, and I loved it. This time it scared me big time.
I also had dreams about the Overwatch characters Roadhog and Junkrat, running from an alien attack with Doctor Who (I think I actually half- shouted “Run!” in my native language when I woke up). I also had a dream where I was chased by an angry dog.
I woke up early to a splitting headache, it was like being tortured. I went to the bathroom, put my hair on a ponytail and put a shower cap over my head, and took a hot shower to calm myself.
I went back to sleep on the inflatable mattress, dripping with water.
I woke up again when my granny called. I was actually glad she had called me, because I had forgotten to call her. She went on and on about her myriad of illnesses that come with old age.
I went back to sleep and got up with Mirette and Eleclya. I took my morning medicine and antibiotics and made some coffee.
Later Mirette left, she was coming back tonight to pick up her sleepover stuff.
I took a huge dump and then I threw up. I felt a lot better after that.
I decided to spend the day in bed, I even called the care worker and asked her not to come today because I have the flu. I also called my physical therapist and asked her to postpone this week’s appointment.
I watched the movie The Mist on Netflix. I watched it during my horror movie period years ago at my own home, and I loved it. This time it scared me big time.