Welcome to the sick bed...

Last night I had more than a little brandy, a reward for all my hard work.  And also to numb the pain in my neck and back from trying to dig up the rapsberry plants in my garden that I no longer want (yes, I know, that's what painkillers are for, but that's hardly rock and roll now is it?).  The cats did their best to help with the gardening by standing on the garden fork, and digging around the area I was doing my best to clear.  I gave up about halfway through.

So last night in bed, fast asleep, I heard the weather.  When I say weather, I mean wind and rain that makes Armageddon sound like a summer's day.  Which is also possible, this is Britain after all.  It was shortly after being woken up for the first time that I realised the pain in my neck was related to the migraine I was suffering from.  Not good, sleep required.

And so I spent a whole night of being woken up and making me more tired and the migraine worse, on top of the hangover, joy of joys.  But wait, what is this?  Oh, it's my IBS, deciding my body no longer wants food inside it.  

Suffice to say it was not the most restful sleep I've ever had.  I did finally drop off and slept quite soundly....before waking up and thinking I'd had a stroke.  I was completely paralysed from the waist down. I used my arms to push my upper body up and looked down my body...and there it was.  5/6 of a pride of lions.  

Ok, I know, a bit of an exaggeration, being tabbies the boys are more like tigers.  But  they were lying on my legs, and both sides, pulling the duvet tight and rendering me incapable of movement below the waist. Fantastic, perfect excuse to stay in bed.

Tatwo, realising I was awake went off to do what Tatwo does best.  Bump bump bump bump dededededededBANG.  Repeatedly.  I'm not sure if it was louder inside or outside my head.  Demon got up and fed the cats, and while they were eating Stella went outside.  Stella is not impressed by the weather and did her best to let the whole world know, and then shout to be let back in.

Mummy was rung and ordered to bring me lemonade.  Dutifully she came round and sent Demon upstairs with a can for me.

"Here's your lemonade.  I shook it up  a bit coz I forgot it was fizzy so you might want to wait a minute before you open it. See ya!"

I'm not predicting a career in nursing....

I would say just kill me, but it appears that has already happened.