Instead #4

Today, I should have done what the oh so wise doctor ordered and stayed at home in bed. That would have been the smart thing to do. Bed was on my mind all day. Delicious sleep, tucked up under the covers, sipping from the tea cup conveniently placed on my bedside table. Letting the sunlight filter though my blinds and onto my bed to warm it in patches, after having enough of being awake, rolling over and going back to sleep for however long. I love my bed. It’s pretty much the only thing I miss when I’m overseas. When the days are long, the thought of my bed is what keeps me going, to eventually get home and crawl into it at night; this is what kept me going today. I will spend stupid amounts of money on bedding and the like to make my bed even more comfortable than it already is! And believe me when I say I have the world’s most comfortable bed. I have pillows and comforters, and more pillows and more comforters and the most amazing sheets and throw rugs, all in relaxing shades of duck egg blue and white.

INSTEAD of staying in bed, I went to work. I wish I hadn’t. I feel like death. I don’t know what motivated me to even get up this morning, or what I felt I had to prove to anyone. Actually that’s a lie, I do know what I was trying to prove and to who and it was silly and I have learnt my lesson. I am back in bed and don’t plan on moving from this spot for the next 24 hours AT THE VERY LEAST.

Please feel free to come and visit me while I’m in bed.Visitors are welcome however; you must be properly attired for the occasion. Respectable pyjamas only! I just found my favourite RL pyjamas; I got them the first time I went to New York. They’re so RL classic. The pyjamas and the prescribed medication and bed rest will see me feeling much, much better hopefully sooner rather than later. In the meantime I will be hiding under to covers waiting for my puff of a face to deflate and start resembling me again

(Anemia fans will *hopefully* get the Puff face reference)