Friday, 5th April 2019.
“No more of that talk. “
“Or I’ll put the leeches on you.”
That’s the talking to I just gave myself about being such a doom monger.
After all, it is Friday. I should find something to enjoy. No. Not drugs. Something wholesome, creative,……..?
I say this every weekend. So, by rights, it should happen sooner or later.
Not the best of starts. After the last entry, everything went wrong. I’ve run around like a headless chicken since 10am. No lunch. Nothing.
I am home now. After a 2 hour meeting.
All I can think right now is food and sleep but I’ll see how I feel after dinner.
Fuckin’ work phone!
Sunday, 7th April 2019.
Friday night was slightly better than expected. The slightly better part was I actually turned on my PC and did a little musical tinkering.
Then I slept.
The problem with “no alarm” Saturday was I didn’t wake up until linchtime. The positive being that my 3 day he headache had finally gone.
I lulled around for a further few hours then went to Carter’s. We had already agreed to do fuck all so, I ordered some pizzas, we watched a couple of movies.
Today, so far, I have been on the phone to engineers and clients about a Fuck up at a prison we are cabling this weekend.
The details are too boring to go in to.
Monday, 8th April 2019
What a day. I woke up. Went to work. Came home. Collapsed. Went to hospital. Came home. Slept. Woke up.
I thought I was dead. Or hoped.
They said I had a virus and pumped me full of antibiotics and gave me fat diazapams because of an erratic heart beat. I took hem when I got home which is why I slept all day.