Snippets of my thinkings...

Hello Blog-World, 

Well, what a week it's been. Last Monday saw the beginning of my whole new life...I finally had my surgery. After 10 long months of pain and going ever so slightly crazy, I spent almost 4 hours unconscious, with my abdomen at the mercy of a man who has left me in tears every time I've met him. 

Seem to be on the mend now, although it's too early to tell if the surgery was successful in doing what we hoped it would. Only time will tell. Mr J played nurse for the first couple of days and did a grand job, then my ma came to stay for a few nights which was (surprisingly) lovely. Don't get me wrong, I love her to bits and we have a great relationship, but staying in someones company 24/7 is a whole different ball game. It wouldn't have surprised me if one of us had ended up getting poisoned!

So, today has been the first day, left to my own devices and fending for myself. I have eaten 2 x viscount biscuits, 1 pot noodle and had 3 cups of coffee. Other than fetching those, I haven't dared to move any further than my sofa. What a wimp! My head's telling me to "man-up" while my body is telling me to stay right where I am. I shall listen to my body for a bit as it gives me more grief than my head at the moment.  

I want to share with you what happens in my complex brain after dark. I think that because nothing much happens in my life during the days at the moment, my mind goes into overdrive to brighten up my nights. In fact, I have such a strange and brilliant and sometimes scary nightlife, it makes my real life seem really rather dull. 

Last night I had two dreams that were really quite vivid. Honestly, I don't know where my mind comes up with this stuff, I think I'm destined to be a much more interesting person than I currently am. First one all centred around trains to and from China town, eating dumplings, making friends with some random guy who I've never seen before and going 'home' to a very grey apartment and then random guy walking in with his boyfriend.

Then, I dreamt that my Granddad who died a few years ago, came back to life. In fact claimed that he had never died and I was trying to convince him and myself that he was dead, that I'd seen him in the hospital and the funeral home. I ran next door to fetch my best friend so that she could verify what I was seeing and sure enough, he was there - I had been mistaken about his death and all was well. 

I'm sure there was another one but I can't remember it now. Yep, I can hear those men in white coats revving their engines. 

You might see my dreams becoming a regular feature of my blogs, they seem to take up rather a lot of my thinking time during the day. I'm not one to analyze why's of what goes on while I'm asleep, but I do tend to think a lot the day after about the dreams.

Another thing taking up valuable brain space at the moment is guilty pleasures. We all have them. I think I have rather more than average. You know those little things in life that give you so much pleasure but that you wouldn't exactly broadcast in the street. I do however, feel quite comfortable sharing my little vices with you. Please don't judge me, I didn't ask to find pleasure in these things...

1) Stationary - especially notebooks. Pretty notebooks, the more pages the better and I get quite anxious about using them for the first time, especially if the pages aren't removable.

2) Pot Noodle - I know that nutritionally they're awful and they don't even taste that great, but there's so much comfort to be found in a Chicken & Mushroom Pot of loveliness. 

3) Really cheesy music - Yes, I know, if you had a look through my iPod playlists you'd cancel our friendship immediately. There's nothing quite like belting out a really good Celine Dion or Faith Hill track. Sometimes, when feeling emotional or hormonal or even road ragey, I change the words to fit my particular mood and it's so uplifting. 

4) My biggest one - Sorting my food - I know that some certain people think I'm mad, that's fine, but I do like to eat my food in a particular order. I think it stems from childhood but I'm not getting into that psycho-twaddle. I believe that the vegetables/salad on a plate should be eaten first so that no matter how full up you get, you will always have eaten the good stuff. Then move on to the meat because the potato is the best part, that is saved till last. Also, I don't think that fruit of any kind belongs with savoury items - I mean pineapple on a pizza? What's that about? Wrong. 

So there you go for this instalment. Now you know a little more about mad me, I hope you feel a little more normal. Have a glorious rest of the week and I shall look forward to our next rendevous. 

TTFN :)