|It would have been silly not to have cake for breakfast…|
I am somehow alive after yesterday. I admit that the first words that came to mind when I woke up were “Holy Cow!” I don’t feel wonderful but we knew I wouldn’t.
I’m in a bit of a daze and can’t clearly remember yesterday very well. I’m wondering whether I managed to chat to all the guests? Was I a good host? Did I juggle the virtual and real parties well enough? Do people think I’m milking the illness now that they’ve seen I can throw a tea party? The usual wonderings of Anna Jones post social interaction…
My head feels like it’s been stamped on and my legs are shaking from the over-exertion but the aftermath and post-exertional horribleness won’t take away from Blue Sunday. People are saying I did a great job by thinking up the idea and that I should be proud of myself. I think I will be when it’s all sunk in. We raised £200 by eating cake!
I’m not going to have complete rest because that would be counterproductive and not unlike the boom and bust cycle that I am to avoid. Instead I shuffled downstairs to get myself a drink, checked my emails and now I might recline in bed with an easy-to-watch DVD. It’s back to listening to Mr Body now. No showering or reading or anything ‘extra’ for me for a while but I did it! I managed to go to my own party and I had a lovely time!
It’s all a bit overwhelming. So many people and so much to take in. I don’t think I yet appreciate what I managed to do. This is also my 100th blog post. Thank you for reading sharing and following my journey. I would be so lost without you.