OMG. It’s Wednesday. I’m at home! How divine, delightful, delicious – unintended! And only ten days left until we’re basking on a beach in the South of France, trawling the cafes along those mediterranean sea-fronts, drifting through enchanting street markets, relishing the classic recipe country cheeses, the vintage wines, the quintessentially French breads. I could get ahead of the game. Be ready to go. Laundering, ironing, packing the (very few) clothes necessary for such a trip (as if!!!) (And have you noticed how subtly I slipped in todays’ countdown???)
As it happens, I shall be starting/finishing none of these preparations. For as I’m sure you all realize, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Whether large or small, there’s a cost to all good fortune. The level will be adjudged differently depending upon your perspective.
For myself – I count the cost I am paying to be quite high. Despite last week’s wish to be off work – preferably until after this fabled holiday – I had truly not planned for it to happen! Indeed, I am at a loss to understand how exactly it has happened.
Nevertheless. Here I am. On a Wednesday. Sitting at our dining room table, having time to blog. (Although, truly I should be completing work work!!). Ooooooohhhh – be careful what you wish for!!!
Because unfortunately I am unable to really do anything else. In excruciating pain lying down, standing up, walking. Indeed moving. Feeling deeply nauseous. Now – that is probably too much information for the more squeamish of you (it normally would be for me!!)
Some of my friends and reader(s) experience this on a regular/long-term/ongoing basis. They manage their lives according to what their pain levels allow them to do at any particular time. They daily activities are shaped by the demands and distresses of their (poor) health. They push the boundaries of their chronic/restrictive conditions. They know what it means to be off work on a Wednesday.
For me, this is a new experience. I think of them. An injured back. Consuming pain. Short-term only (hopefully!) Two weeks off work. Followed by two weeks in the South of France (just in case you missed the earlier reference!). Like Pollyanna – things aren’t so bad for me!