Sunday, 7 August 2011
Looking For a Saviour Beneath These Dirty Sheets
I try to live my life one day at a time, and not think too far into the future, as you never know what the next day will bring. But at the moment, I'm finding it hard not to think of the way my life will be in a couple of months time. It will be the opposite of how I'll feel tonight. I will be in bed a lot of the time because it will be uncomfortable for me to sit.
But bed isn't nice when you are in there all the time, when your too hot and the covers get loose, your too uncomfortable to move or to sort them out or even sleep, and your so tired that everything is so frustrating. I know what my life will be like. I will fall into the pattern which I so often feel when I'm not well:
Waiting for the days to pass, and the nights to end. Watching and waiting for time to go by.