Abnormally Normal

So much of my life is apparently abnormal *shakes head at society's definitions*, that I had to share last night's abnormal ending to a normal day.

Saturday and Sunday are code for my body to misbehave more so than usual. Having survived the queue and the screaming at the Emergency Doctors, I returned home and did (well had a fight with) some bits and pieces to prepare for overnight and the next morning. Usually my carer would do them, but I was still stuck at the doctors so I'd had to cancel her.

I did all my usual drugs, dressings, etc..., and then came the abnormal bit....


I read some of a book, yes, a real book, not a textbook, a journal, or manual, but a real book for leisure book.


Now I adore reading, but just haven't got the time/energy/brain cells/marbles *delete as applicable* to read very often. I was quite surprised that I remembered where I'd been up to in the book. I have several books on the go, and hate the fact I don't get time to read them. I'm going to try and get to read before bed more often. I think it did improve my sleep a bit, probably helped me unwind and so on.

So yes, that's my slice of 'abnormality' in my funky little world.