Ouch

Those of you who read  my blog from this morning will know that I had trouble a) falling asleep and b) staying asleep last night.
Not only that, but it seems that when I actually was asleep I was either lying in an extremely weird position or having incredibly active dreams. My upper arms and lower back have been aching all day. The arms thing isn’t so much of a problem really, but my back… ouch is too mild a word for it. Luckily the walk to the tram stop this morning seemed to help a bit and as long as I made sure to sit really straight in my chair it was quite bearable, but even now it hurts. Hurts much less (I even managed to meet friends for coffee this evening), but it still hurts.
So after all the lovely tips on sleeping I would now really appreciate it if someone could give me some advice on getting my back to stop hurting. Baths won’t work I’m afraid – all we’ve got here are showers. I would have begged the boyfriend for a massage tonight but he’s decided to stay at home so he can do some work *sigh*. He’ll be here tomorrow but I’m hoping the pain will be gone by then (I may just beg for a massage anyway though, pain or no pain).

So dear readers, help me out again would ya?

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Bevchen predicts….

I’m never going in one of those stupid Kart things again. My arms are still sore, as is my back, which made my half hour tram journey to work lots of fun this morning. The next time Jan’s friends decide to organise a reunion I’m making sure we do an activity that I like!

So, did everyone hear about the flooding in Morpeth? Apparantly it was bad enough to be mentioned on German news! Jan called my last night to tell me about it – he’d seen it on Tagesschau and thought I should know because my Grandparents live there. Both sets, or rather one set and the female half of the other set. I’m pretty sure none of my family were affected though. I mean, surely someone would have told me if they were. Anyway, Grandma S lives on top of a hill so she’ll have been fine. Morpeth High Street wasn’t though – BBC news says “at its peak Morpeth High Street was under 2 ft of water”. Slightly soggy then! Where my dad’s parents live wasn’t mentioned though and according to another site their street was only on flood watch, as opposed to flood warning, so that’s alright.

I don’t know what else to write about now. I was going to do question time seeing as I did the last two Mondays but I haven’t had enough interesting questions this week.
Oh, here’s something though. A few months ago I wrote a blog about Amazon seeimg to think because I own The Secret Garden I might be interested in a Gordon Ramsey cookbook, a connection that I still haven’t quite managed to understand. Well, over the past few weeks I’ve had about 20 hits on my blog from people searcing Google for things like “Secret Garden Ramsey” and “Gordon Ramsey Secret Garden”. What’s that all about? Has Mr Ramsey actually gone and made himself a secret garden? Did my blog predict it? Am I the next Nostradamus? So many questions…

Just five more minutes…

These days, my morning routine goes something like this:

6am. Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep beep.
Huh? What? Time to get up already? Nooo, it can’t be! *snooze*
6:05am. Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep beep.
Groooan. Still… too early. *snooze*
6:10am. Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep beep….

This continues until
6:25am. Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep beep.
*hit snooze* *check time* Oh, 6:25. Hmm, should really be getting up. Ohh, just 5 more minutes.

At 7:30 I usually manage to actually get up.
The are variations on this theme, of course. Some mornings I manage to drag myself from the bed at 6:20. Those are the days I actually have time to shave my legs. This morning was a 7:30 day, but then instead of going for a shower I just sat there staring into space for 5 minutes trying to summon up the energy to walk all the way to the end of the corridor.

I never used to have this miuch trouble getting up in the morning. As a teenager I was expected to get myself up for school in the morning. And I did it. Because the alternative would have been my dad waking me up before he went to work… over an hour earlier than I actually needed to get up. I even managed to get myself up for 9am lectures at uni. Most mornings at least. But now it seems no matter how early I go to bed I wake up still tired and find myself totally incapable of getting out of bed on time. Which leads me to believe it’s not my fault. Some external force is at work here which means that while I’m getting enough sleep at night it’s lacking in quality. There’s only one explanation for it. It has to be… the mattress. The crappy student residence mattress that causes me to wake up with a sore back every single Saturday.

Either that or I’m just crap at getting up for work in the morning.
I prefer to blame the mattress.