My walk to work has finally started to feel as though the seasons are turning. It’s not British Summertime yet and I’m already walking to the train station in the sunshine. When I say sunshine I mean at least it is light even if it’s not bright sunshine behind the clouds and rain! However, the clouds and rain don’t get me down. The spring bulbs are beginning to push their way to the light and awakening that happy summertime place in me at the same time. I cannot stress enough just how lovely it is to walk to the station every morning and appreciate everything we have.
In the evenings it is finally light enough that the street lamps haven’t come on when I leave the office for the train. Funny how something as ordinary as light is so fundamental.
Although my dreams weren’t so bad last night, I’m tired and woolly headed today. In fact, I’ve been a bit woolly headed for a little while now. It usually happens in the middle of the afternoon. I still take Metformin religiously every morning but regularly forget in the evenings. So, in an effort to feel better, I’ve started taking the Metformin again in the evenings. However, I still cannot quite work out how Metformin works with my body chemistry. I expect I’ll have to get retested soon because there are days when I’m walking down the stairs and I worry about falling down. I’m waiting for my probation period to end before I do anything because I really don’t want to lose this job. I’m terrified that if they think I’m unhealthy they’ll decide not to keep me – and I really cannot afford another year like last year. Oh sure, I managed to survive it and keep the flat going but the stress of it was terrible. Luckily I’m over half way through my probation period now, so I’ll get it sorted as soon as possible.
The good news is that I’m finally in a job where I can easily get through what I need to in a day and remain calm about it all. Stress and a woolly head do not mix! It’s on days like today that I’m grateful that I don’t have a more stressful job. The people here are warm and friendly and seem supportive to one another. It is such a relief to be in the routine of coming to work and not dreading it.
I wonder sometimes if I’m mistaking my woolly head for fatigue. It’s difficult to know sometimes if I’m simply tired because I never seem to drift off well. I never seem to sleep very long and, because I remember so many dreams, I know I don’t get very restful sleep. Strangely enough, I tend to feel fine by the time I get home. I wonder if that’s a clue? I’ll get it sorted soon enough.