Pyjama Days
PJ days are spent lounging around downstairs with my luxuriant slanket ‘cape’. I don’t tend to watch the tele (until my brothers come back from work after 6pm and I have to endure Sky Sports News on repeat!!!) My mum spends the afternoon with me. We just sit and chat and I switch between Purple Time, staring out of the window and hopping on and off my iPad (no not like that!) Social media has been a godsend! I meet my online pals everyday and together we get very busy doing nothing.
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| One must have a very good collection of pyjamas if one is going to be a full-time poorly person. (P.S. I can sit cross-legged now!) |
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| My view. To keep boredom at bay I alternate which sofa I sit on each day. Simple but effective. |
If I can muster that little bit of energy to get dressed then I will. Every time. Pyjama days aren’t a luxury for me but a necessity when the fatigue and exhaustion is just too intense.
It’s unlikely I’ll manage much more than just sitting on these days. I’ll eat in the spot I’ve been sitting in all day off a tray. There will be no shower or reading or sewing. But I try to make sure I stick my head out of the window/front door to get a blast of much needed fresh air. Many of my days could be viewed as dull, but I’m usually much too busy feeling poorly to notice.
M.E. myself and I 