blues

There isn't much to write about. After a very happy Wednesday, I had a pretty crap Thursday. I woke up running a fever, and basically just ill. So went back to sleep and woke up at 6pm, came through to computer to go onto webkinz, then Paul told me he'd watched St Trinians without me. Well that just - for some unknown reason - upset me a lot. It has taken till today for me to snap out of it. I knew logically I was being totally stupid, and not nice, but I couldn't come out of it. I was upset and I was hurt, but knowing how stupid it was to be upset and hurt over that - I couldn't voice it, which of course made matters worse and equated to the silent treatment. Not because I didn't want to speak to him, but because I didn't want to even begin to explain.

I haven't been much healthier today, was sick earlier in the afternoon, and prior to that was woozy and sleepy. Which I think was just this damn patch. So Paul sent me to sleep while he went to the shop. After that I felt better. Now I just feel grubby, as I've been running hot and cold all day long. So not much of a holiday for Paul, who I know was worrying about what he'd done wrong for a day, then worrying about my more frequent crashing into walls while trying to walk. I walk like I'm constantly drunk. Just crash my way through the flat. Stand up and fall back down again, type of thing. I haven't been drunk to excess in about five years now, so it's a novel experience.

I'm here for another few days, then home on Sunday. I'll miss being with Paul all the time, but I do miss my animals. I get a lot of comfort from my pets, especially Jake, my dog. And I feel like Harvey will have forgotten me. Rowen (horse) and Simon (cat) won't be bothered as they are used to me not always being around, but Jake and Harvey are just babies. And at the moment, Jake has an injured leg and is on medication, so have missed him a lot. I think my Mum is fed up of text messages asking her how Jake is. Never asking how my parents are, just how Jake is, how Harvey is.

Anyways, I was writing this while a bath cooled. I hope it's cooled enough to go in it, as I said I feel grubby and would like to have a good night's sleep. I just hope the really hot bath doesn't make my patch fall off as every other bath has done. Oh, and while I didn't deserve it at all, Paul bought me a present while out - the DS game Disney Friends (where I get to care for my Disney hero, Stitch!), a little cuddly giraffe and 2 kinder eggs. I'm definitely spoilt - just wish my moods weren't screwy, or as downhearted.