Thursday, I was in work at 8am. By 2pm, I was fantasising about my bath, and figured maybe I should break out another Enchanter, so I would smell of sexy oranges all day today.
I had an end point in my head for Thursday. A place I wanted to get to before I finished. 7:30pm came and I was about an hour away from that place, and yet my brain was forgetting things that had been said two minutes earlier.
I know my brain well. We stopped.
I got home at nine, in a taxi. Sometimes I get taxis because I am decadent, and disabled, and that makes taxis easy to book. Sometimes I get taxis because there is no other way of me getting home alive.
On the way home, I was still thinking about the Enchanter, but I was also thinking that I had to eat, and I couldn’t quite cope with the idea of cooking anything, even tho my supermarket delivery arrived Wednesday morning and my fridge was full.
I did a mental flick through everything I could conceivably eat. Not the risotto. Definitely not. I can’t cook risotto, but I had a ready meal one. Maybe the cannelloni. Again, one I could shove in the microwave, with a single portion of vegetables, also to shove in.
Yes, the cannelloni.
Although actually I just wanted to take my nutrition in pill form, and sleep.
I remember falling over at some point at home, but I don’t remember when – morning or evening. Usually that’s because I’ve tripped over something, but yesterday my body just gave up.
So I did eat the cannelloni. And I was talking to some friends, on social media, because I could barely speak.
And by 11pm I knew I should have been in bed an hour ago, but I also knew I stank like a pig and my hair was lank.
I didn’t want to waste an Enchanter. An Enchanter’s for savouring, and I only have three left.
I jumped in the bath with some Perlier, I scrubbed myself down with the scrub, and felt glad to be alive.
In bed, I wished someone could massage my spasmodic feet. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.