The Week In Review #21

I paid £2 for the privilege of wearing my own jeans to work today. For barely six hours. What do you mean, But it was for charity?! Whatevski, lol. Thank the Lord for the end of the week. It has been an odd one. But surprisingly, it has been a quick one. I can barely even remember it, to be honest. But I suppose that's as good a reason as any to think back and try to reflect on the points of note.

Overall, this week has been as follows:

• A strange, foggy daze, characterised by:

1. The weird snuffling noises I've been making as I try to breathe like a normal human
2. My open-mouthed expression I've been forced to adopt in order to get sufficient oxygen into my lungs
   
3. The blank stare caused by the drowsiness of medication, headaches and general sinus pressure inside my skull
4. The pink flush in my cheeks as my body has struggled to self-regulate its temperature to a happy medium between hot flushes and chills (exacerbated by this annoyingly indecisive weather)
5. Night Nurse-aided sleep and very odd dreams that teeter on the edge of reality, so that I awake confused as to what has actually taken place and is a memory and what is a figment of my dreamland imagination
6. Snappishness and irritability as my emotions tried to cope with the various physical irritants mentioned above, as well as raging hormones and my usual depressive tendencies running in the background

• The equivalent of what felt like a month's appetite condensed into seven days.
  My desire to eat has been insatiable. I'm not complaining; it's not as if I am in danger of being clinically obese, but I do feel like an utter gannet at the moment, or a cow that is constantly chewing. I seem to eat a decent-sized meal and then want another one barely an hour later. My skinny jeans are already feeling a bit tight and I've only had them a week.

• An exercise in patience, faith and reliance on God.
  I'm not sure I've learnt the lesson quite yet, but I know I have been feeling low because things aren't going my way, rather than trusting in God to work things out for good in the way that only He can. It's one thing to say you trust God, but another thing to put your money where your mouth is when things aren't going quite how you had hoped.
  

• A definite trough as far as moods go.
  I have felt extremely frustrated, resentful, angry, upset, confused and defeated. Bizarrely, when I was just getting on with things, I felt more or less okay, but if I took even a moment to dwell on things, my outlook dropped to less than low. I have this contradiction of feeling all right and vaguely optimistic on the surface, but if anything negative gets under my skin, the pessimism beneath seeps out and takes over.
  
  
• Productive, although not altogether enjoyable, work-wise.
  There was plenty of work to be getting on with, which meant I wasn't clock-watching as avidly as I may have been otherwise. I have actually felt vaguely motivated, despite feeling that I wasn't quite well enough to be at work, despite the scary meeting with BlankFace in which we each had to explain to her what we actually do and despite the fact I had an internal interview that I was really dreading.
  
  
• The least positive I have felt about relationships for quite some time.
  I have to admit, I've had some lows in this respect over the past year, but this week felt like the accumulation of every bad experience I've had over the past three years. Quite why things have got to me so much this week in particular, I don't know. I'll probably return to being idealistic, gullible and stupidly naive again in a week or so.
  
  
• The week of our first dinner party!
  OK, so there was only one guest, which meant three-quarters of the attendees were actually the hosts of the dinner party, and the guest was Bigger Sis (and family doesn't really count), but it was a dinner party all the same. There was dinner and it was a party, of sorts. Plus, the food was yummy, if I do say so myself.
  
  
• The fourth without any contact from BFTP.
  Yeah, I know, I need to get over it. I suppose I will eventually. I just wish it was easier to do. In fact, if I'm wishing, I'd rather not have to do it at all, but if I had wishes, I'd change a lot of things, so let's not even go there.
  
  
• The start of shorter days, colder nights and greyer skies.
  Boo to October. Make up your mind, Autumn, are you here or not? You think I'm scared of cold? Bring it. I like wool jumpers, sheepskin boots and thick blankets. In any case, me needing extra insulation is a handy justification for my belly's current state of greediness.
  
  
• A good skin week.
  All that extra sleep and fruit consumption may have helped my skin to improve. However, I ruined the healthy glow in my face with my rather impressive screw-face, caused alternately by migraines, general grumpiness and my inability to breathe properly.

That's my week pretty much reviewed, I'd say. You know, it wasn't a bad week at all. In fact, I will freely admit that I rarely have a bad week. I know I have a lot to be thankful for. The only thing that changes significantly week on week is my attitude and how I react to the events as they happen. Hopefully, I will be over this cold soon and I won't be having constant migraines (which I think are still being caused by that pesky wisdom tooth). If not, I might put on my usual screw-face, but I'll no doubt find plenty to laugh about. I always do.