It lasted just over two days. Then everything was back as usual.
There was at some point a slight red in the air that kind of backed up the dust principle. Things like this had happened before. This was the first time we had gone this black though. It was the last for a very long time.
So things returned to normal. In a week it was forgotten a there were bigger worries to make us aware of. The leader of the Western World had done something stupid again but not as stupid as we knew he was capable of. Then Mark Smith died and the nation went into mourning. Black bands were the new orange. Everyone wore them. Finally he was appreciated.
My day rotated. School. Home. Gym. School. Home. Tea. Looking for the hot guys on CBeebies. Bed. Wine. Sleep.
Nothing really changed. I just began to notice lots of drones in the air and I began to get stronger at the gym.
Every day I went I found I needed to use a little bit more weight to get tired. Just a little bit. My muscles didn't seem to be doing anything but everything was just getting easier.
I was also less tired. Being less tired for a single mum is like the greatest thing in the world. You want to make your child a three course lobster meal with potatoes but sometimes a crisp sandwich would just have to do. Being less tired is great.
Then I stopped sleeping.
I didn't at first. I just found it harder and harder to stay asleep. Going to sleep was a breeze but once I was woken up I was woken up. Nothing was going to change that. I would get up and try and read but the TV was the easiest switch to turn on in the house.
I started to go to bed later and later in the hope that I would be able to sleep better.
11, 12,1,2,3,4,5
Never. I thought that if I stayed up for a day I would be wrecked the next but I wasn't. I was not sleeping and I was not tired. I was going to see the Doctor to tell him I felt well but then I remembered when I had cancer and he prescribed me Vitamin B to get over it (true story, that actually happened). I didn't go to the Doctor.
There was at some point a slight red in the air that kind of backed up the dust principle. Things like this had happened before. This was the first time we had gone this black though. It was the last for a very long time.
So things returned to normal. In a week it was forgotten a there were bigger worries to make us aware of. The leader of the Western World had done something stupid again but not as stupid as we knew he was capable of. Then Mark Smith died and the nation went into mourning. Black bands were the new orange. Everyone wore them. Finally he was appreciated.
My day rotated. School. Home. Gym. School. Home. Tea. Looking for the hot guys on CBeebies. Bed. Wine. Sleep.
Nothing really changed. I just began to notice lots of drones in the air and I began to get stronger at the gym.
Every day I went I found I needed to use a little bit more weight to get tired. Just a little bit. My muscles didn't seem to be doing anything but everything was just getting easier.
I was also less tired. Being less tired for a single mum is like the greatest thing in the world. You want to make your child a three course lobster meal with potatoes but sometimes a crisp sandwich would just have to do. Being less tired is great.
Then I stopped sleeping.
I didn't at first. I just found it harder and harder to stay asleep. Going to sleep was a breeze but once I was woken up I was woken up. Nothing was going to change that. I would get up and try and read but the TV was the easiest switch to turn on in the house.
I started to go to bed later and later in the hope that I would be able to sleep better.
11, 12,1,2,3,4,5
Never. I thought that if I stayed up for a day I would be wrecked the next but I wasn't. I was not sleeping and I was not tired. I was going to see the Doctor to tell him I felt well but then I remembered when I had cancer and he prescribed me Vitamin B to get over it (true story, that actually happened). I didn't go to the Doctor.
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