I hate Thursdays

Thursdays are beginning to turn into my weekly adversary, as once again I have woken up feeling none too good.
I don't expect to wake up like a ray of sunshine or bouncing around like Tigger, but I wouldn't mind waking up with no aches, pains, baggy eyes or the feeling that something has died in your mouth when you were sleeping.

Last night I did have a neck ache most of the evening, which as the night went on it turned into a headache and by bedtime had settled right across my left eye.
I can't help but wonder, knowing my luck, whether this was induced by the lad driving into the back of my car over three weeks ago and I have now lost my chance for claiming, because I couldn't work out what was my normal aches and pains to a new one. Plus I felt morally wrong jumping at the chance to make some money on a claim.
Karma always finds you out.
As far as I know, you can not induce a headache by over indulging yourself on fresh pineapple as I did last night ...can you?
But today, I just wouldn't say it was one of my better days.
If I could have slept on instead of getting up earlyish, then who knows, maybe I might have shifted this feeling like I had been hit by a ton of bricks. But I had the chiropodist coming to try and blast my verrucas away and I had already put her off once, plus the courtesy car was going to be picked up, so I didn't think I could sleep the morning away however much a inviting prospect that sounded.

The chiropodist is still battling with my verrucas and I really don't think that they will disappear until after the transplant. I know I read or heard it somewhere, that it's an immune system problem. And as we know, my immune system is very questionable.
The chap came to pick up the courtesy car and I'm not sure what is wrong with them, but they don't like waiting for you? I was on the phone and it was an important call where someone had lost something very important, not a 'Oo let's meet for coffee' call. So even though the company have been lovely, I did glare at him and mouthed to him that he would have to wait.
Not a happy bunny at that at all!
I hang up and asked if we could go over the car with the paperwork as it was covered in dents and scratches when it arrived and I didn't want to get the blame when it got back to the owners, but nope, he was in a hurry.
My third visitor was my friend whom I discuss theological theories with, which I really enjoy. Today however I could see her mouth working, but my brain wasn't computing all the words and although some of it I wanted to object and discuss further, I just couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to do so. Plus I know I would have talked garbage if I had tried, so she left me to sleep.

Why is it when you are not feeling well that you become the biggest klutz going? I managed to break an expensive clay oven dish, which I use to cook all my food on, as it cuts down on cooking time. I had somehow lodged it on the grill element itself and it cracked straight down the middle. In fact it took me ages to find where the second half was.
Then when I went to put all my aired whites away in my knicker drawer and realised that I had caught a dress pin from my poppy with one pair of my knickers as one of the pins had disappeared. Annoyingly I've been meaning the pins away since Sunday and now it's fell in with my knickers or if not, onto the bedroom carpet.
Great I should be expecting a little prick any day now either in my nether regions or in my foot. I can hardly wait!
Not to mention how many times that I caught my foot in the oxygen tubing.
Arrrrggghhhh!
Never mind tomorrow is another day as I say every bally day.

Lots of love Debbie x