Full moon is coming

Tonight is the first Saturday in an age that I have stayed in and not really worried about going to the cinema, which is a tad disconcerting.
Ann is feeling off colour with a jippy stomach. I think she had eaten too much last night, as I had too. I suppose that our stomachs just can't take big meals anymore after being on this diet.
I still feel bloated and lethargic even now.
The second reason was Lynn had lit the first fire of the year in her cottage yesterday, as the inside of her cottage was getting quite chilly of an evening and of course where our wonderful British weather has been so unpredictable, the temperature suddenly went up again outside and left her front room feeling like a sauna.
I do have to admit that I was very glad that I had a thin sleeveless top on under my cardigan, as her front room was a little bit too cosy for comfort at one point!
So I think the two combined was overload for Ann.

For me, I thought with the amount of exercise that I achieved yesterday, that by rights it should have knocked me out till late morning, but alas no.
I got into bed and as soon as I starting dropping off to sleep, my legs decided they wanted none of it and were insisting on partying.
Every time I thought I had conquered this restless legs syndrome, they would start twitching and aching again. I twisted and turned for hours trying to get comfortable with no joy.
And it was really mild outside, which made me even more fidgety.
I also got tangled up in my oxygen tubing where I was moving about the bed so much, scarily so when I found it wrapped around my neck a couple times. I must have dropped off to sleep at one point and woken up with a dead arm too, where the tubing had twisted tightly around my arm.
Then of course, when things started to settle down in my legs and sleep started to wash over me, I needed a wee!
The moon is leading up to being a full moon on Monday and you may laugh, but I do find that I am affected by the moon's cycle. If I am feeling unexplainable tetchy, if I look in my diary, then nine out of ten times we are very close to a full moon. That and the strong winds we have been feeling just lately is no wonder that I feel like a blue touch paper!

I woke up today feeling like death warmed up as expected .
Luckily I was booked in for a massage on my neck, shoulders and back, as my shoulders are so sore at the moment. Whether from lifting the weights, carrying my oxygen unit or swimming yesterday, I'm not sure. But I do know that when I try to get something off the back seat of my car while sitting in the front, that movement of lifting up my left arm, can reduce me to tears.
Also where I haven't been producing much off my lungs the last couple of days, it has now decided to shift its self and I have been coughing and bringing up phlegm most of the evening.
Generally I just feel out of sorts today. Still, life goes on, so does it really matter that I stay in for once on a Saturday night?
Most people who know me will say the same, that I have this fear of not cramming in as much of life as I possibly can and sometimes this leads to my own downfall.
So I feel I need some jump leads attached to me to give me a much needed boost, a glass of Epsom salts to clear out my stomach and oh yes a double lung transplant!

Lots of love Debbie x