Bathing in scrambled egg

Day 237

I have discovered that the best way for me to get past my present difficulties is to work hard at something physical - it stops the anxiety whilst still giving me odd chances to think things through(when I'm not consumed with thoughts about how bloody exhausted I am, that is), so I am still pruning like mad and have discovered another tree that was completely hidden by laurel.

Since Steve was last here two weeks ago, I have also lifted, levelled and relaid some twenty-six paving stones on the patio. Ta-dah! Not bad for someone with CFS. I am pleased to say that the only body I found beneath it belonged to a very big, fat, gorgeous, gnarly toad, with a spotty tummy, and rather a nice grin when I picked him up to relocate him.

Have also half knitted a jumper, sort of string-vest style. You all know I can't knit so when I tell you that I am attempting this without a pattern (gasp, is she mad?), you will understand why it took me four attempts before I had cast on the right number of stitches. This is another one I am making by unravelling an old jumper that I didn't particularly like - hope it fits better than the last one.

Now make sure you're sitting down for this bit, but I have also started decorating the bathroom and fitted a new loo seat. We had a whole pot of unused yellow paint - Couscous by Dulux - and I had earmarked that for the bathroom but when I tried it out, it was too strong for such a small space.Had half a pot of white left over from my student days so I mixed them both into a pleasant primrosey colour. Not too bad, I thought, so I gave everything a quick coat, but knew I'd need to see it in full daylight, electric light etc., before I made up my mind.

So I sat in the bath this morning and checked it out. Quite nice, quite fresh, maybe still a little strong. Then I noticed I was getting VERY hungry. That's when I realised it was now exactly the colour of scrambled egg and it was having a subliminal effect on me. Not sure if that's quite the ambiance I was going for - perhaps I should paint it lavender, or something totally unconnected to food as I get enough cravings as it is.

I have managed to break my glasses somehow - they just fell in half when I put them on - maybe they're exhausted too. As I have no spare ones at the moment I tried out Steve's contact lenses, as I still needed to see in order to get to the opticians. They worked moderately well as long as I put them in the wrong eyes and looked out of the corner of my right eye rather than straight on.

I also tried out an old pair of specs that I found but they were 7 years old and I frankly couldn't see distance in them very well, or read, come to that. The optician told me I had a squint. I DO NOT! What a nerve - he should get his eyes checked. Anyway, they quoted me six hundred quid for a pair of specs so I'm not going back there again.

I used to wear contacts decades ago, but then my eyes rejected them drastically - I have flat eyes apparently (but emphatically not a squint). So I'm going for a contact test today to see if my eyes have improved (possible) or lenses have improved (much more likely) and wearing Steve's didn't seem too bad. By which I mean my eyes didn't immediately turn beetroot, nor did my eyelids seem to be made out of sandpaper every time I blinked, as used to be the case.

Perhaps I should get tinted ones so that my bathroom doesn't look so edible. If I get blue ones it might cancel out so I can't see any of the colour at all.......

Maybe not - I'll only end up thinking about subliminal mashed potato instead.