Just as I was beginning to get into a better sleep routine, the loss of an hour today has screwed it up again. It seems so unfair. I had gradually been getting into a routine whereby I was regularly waking and getting up before 9am most days – it had taken months to get to the point where I was going to bed about 11pm most nights and then because of the effects of the Mirtazapine which means I usually sleep about 10 hours, waking about 8.30 – 9am. I was really proud of this achievement.
At my worst, before I was on the Mirtazapine, I was going to bed at stupid times of the early morning, sometimes it would get to 3am or 4am, which meant that I was then sleeping away the following morning and not waking till lunchtime. The Mirtazapine knocks me out within a couple of hours of taking it, and although it makes me sleep much longer, it does mean that by going to bed much earlier on a regular basis, I have gradually got into a better habit of waking much earlier the following morning. Now that the clocks have gone forward again, I’m going to have to readjust to a new routine.
I woke this morning at what would have been 8.30am which is good, but because the clocks have gone forward it was 9.30am which is not so good. It seems so unfair to have to lose that hour without having had the benefit of a lie in.
And so now it is nearly 10 am and I am still groggy having only been awake for less than half an hour. The evenings will now be lighter but to be honest, that doesn’t make much difference to me as it was still quite light until nearly 7pm anyway. I really don’t understand what the apparent benefits of moving the clocks forward and backwards are.
I’m feeling a bit guilty today because the dog didn’t get a walk yesterday. By the time Harry Potter 2 had finished, it was raining and I was hungry and so had my dinner. The dog didn’t seem to mind too much – he had spent alot of time out in the yard during the day, watching the neighbours gardening, but I know I must get out with him today, both for his benefit and for mine. Once we are out walking, I enjoy it, but it takes alot of determination to force myself out of the house most days.
I got quite alot done off my To Do list yesterday and I am going to use the same list for today and do the rest of the things on it today. So as well as taking the dog for a decent walk, I have to go out to do my recycling. I really need to do the recycling as all my recycling bins are overflowing. The joys of living rural means that we do not have a recycling collection so it all has to be taken down to the recycling centre in the village. It’s only a mile away but it’s another chore. The weather forecast for today is dry so that’s one good thing, although it is not as sunny today as it was yesterday.
I’m not quite sure what to do with myself now and so I am just wittering on. So I shall waste some time on Facebook instead, whilst the caffeine kicks in and I build up the motivation to get dressed and do what I need to do today.
And just to update from yesterday’s post, there was nothing in the post 
so I’m hoping that my Eye Massager will arrive tomorrow, but I did win the Ebay auction for the shoes I wanted 
They are Doc Martens ladies shoes which even secondhand, are selling for between £20 – £40 and I have bid but lost for similar ones several times, so I was really really chuffed as I was the only bidder and got them for the starting price of £4.99. So they should arrive sometime in the next few days – my 4th shoe purchase in a week.
Seeing as how I spend the majority of my time in slippers (Ugg boots actually, because my house is so cold and draughty with bare floorboards and old quarry tiles in the kitchen and I need something with a decent sole for nipping outside to fill the coal bucket or bring in logs) or wellies, I actually wear proper shoes very rarely. Even when I was working, I used to wear the same pair of flat comfy trainer type shoes every day as I had to wear a uniform and was on my feet all day.
So I have some lovely shoes which I have had for years, but only worn a few times, if at all. So I really don’t know why I keep buying more shoes. But I guess I live in hope that perhaps one day I will spend more time outside the house than inside and in the meantime, I can always wear them when I go to my support group twice a week. I could rotate my shoe-wearing so that I wear a different pair each time I go to the support group, so that perhaps each pair will get worn several times a year. But that means another decision – as it’s not as simple as what shoes to wear – I will then have to decide on an outfit to suit the shoes, but will also have to take into account the weather, whether I’ll walk the dog whilst I’m out at the support group, whether the outfit which suits the shoes still actually fits…OMG. That will add another half an hour to my planning routine for going out…
I’m wittering on… It’s now 11.45am (new time), and I haven’t done much yet other than this blog and playing Facebook games. Time to kick my fat arse into action…
