You know that thing where you don’t realise how cruddy you’ve been feeling until you feel better?
I finally got round to making an appointment with a new acupuncturist a couple of weeks ago, and spent an hour on a Saturday morning having needles stuck in me.
As I usually do afterwards, I then spent the rest of the day feeling pretty drained and exhausted. But the two weeks since then have been something of a revelation.
For the first time in about six months, I haven’t had to join DorkySon in taking an hour’s nap every afternoon. I’ve been sleeping much better at night, and feeling considerably more energetic during the day. As well as improving my energy levels, I’ve also been feeling in a much better mood, keeping minor niggles in perspective rather than letting them turn into big dramas. Such serenity is a little unsettling!
It’s amazing how much more you can get done when you’re not feeling tired and grouchy all the time. I am overflowing with ideas for blog posts, and have been ticking off lots of daft wee tasks that have been lingering on my to do list for months.
There has also been one very unexpected side effect, which DorkyDad is utterly bemused by. I can’t seem to keep out of the kitchen. Normally he does the majority of the cooking in this house, but I’ve been bitten by some kind of baking bug. Over the last ten days, DorkySon and I have made plum flapjacks, chocolate brownies, jelly, apple tarts, and banana bread. I’ve also made a lovely chicken soup from scratch, along with green chilli one night, and lamb with dauphinoise potatoes another.
This is not like me at all. It’s getting worryingly close to Domestic Goddess territory.
I may have to stop doing laundry or something to compensate.