Cold Morning
Well I feel the "healthiest" I've been for quite a while. Not that such is saying much. My head isn't spinning with dizziness, my chest isn't palpitating with breathlessness, and I even almost feel "OK".
But I still have a lot to do today, and the house (and kitchen in particular) is a mess. I haven't been well enough to do any washing up for a week, and Kevin just lets food scraps, plastic bags and crap drop where it falls on the work bench, rather than put them in the bin a metre away. I can't do any cleaning up this morning either, as the sound will wake him - he normally sleeps until 11am. I'm annoyed and pissed off over my scooter still, and feel that it was falsely advertised as being in "excellent" condition when in fact it was only "fair". Grrr!
In fact, I feel like I'm in a funny place emotionally. Won't take any action until after the tooth is out and I recover, as this may just be an aberration over the pain I'm feeling with that.