my surprise peonies…
I didn’t feel like myself yesterday, and what’s more, I didn’t want to know who this pitiful creature was.
I woke up in so much pain, and the only reason I staggered downstairs was to grab some pain relief from the kitchen cupboard. This happens now and then, and I normally take the pills and sit at the computer until the pain eases. Only this didn’t happen. My brain was foggy, and the harder I pushed to find some shred of coherent thought, the worse I became.
I felt really ill, and it was only the thought of climbing all those stairs that stopped me crawling back to bed. I made it to the living room couch and promptly fell asleep.
My power naps usually last anywhere from 5 minutes to half an hour, and I normally feel much better for them. Not so yesterday. If anything I felt worse. I spent most of the day struggling (and failing) to wake up.
As the day went on, I tried to kid myself that I was getting better, only to drop off again.
Around teatime, I awoke to find my sister holding a bunch of the most amazing pink peonies. To cheer me up, she said. The magic of the delicate colour and soft perfume of those flowers started to work on my ailing senses, and I began to feel better. Nothing was happening in the brain department though, but at least I felt a little more human and less like an animated corpse…
When I opened my eyes this morning, I waited before leaping (I am kidding) out of bed to see what state I was in. There was a little pain, but this is normal for me. My arthritis likes me to be moving, so I slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom. By the time I was sipping my tea in front of the computer, I knew it was business as usual. The sight of my beautiful flowers triggered a desire to visit our local garden centre, so that’s where I’m going after lunch…
So glad to be back …
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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