I’m seeking comfort this afternoon as I’ve been in pain pretty much all day.
The dog (recovering well but still not chipper) and I have spent most of the day on the sofa, reading, snoozing, and trying not to lick the operation site…. (me the first two, Lucky the latter two)… its definitely one of those days I’d like to comfort eat…. buttery crumpets, crisps, cake, a bacon sandwich perhaps.
But of course I can’t.
To try and escape the pain I thought snuggling into a warm bed would be pleasant… but my bed becuase of my back isn’t like that… it’s a hard bed. It’s not snuggly and my duvet and blanket are utilitarian as that’s what I like at night.
Mmmmm…. a big squishy bed, with plumpy pillows galore and a tray of comfort food.
Maybe in bed whilst I nibble my way through my goodies I could watch some comforting tv…. a familiar film.
But the pain is a tad too distracting for that.
Still…. I have a stack of new library books… and that’s what’s filled the day so far…. still… reading would be much more pleasant with the occassional square or chocolate… maybe a bowl of gathia mix.
…or a hug.
Hugs are always good… they can fill the void that potato cakes and bourbon creams cannot.
But a hug is probably as likely to happen as someone appearing on my doorstep with a fatless trifle this afternoon.
When pain is ongoing it drains you, physically and emotionally…. today I want to be small and curled up warm on the sofa, to have the telly on in the background, a good book to read and someone to bring me things to eat that won’t make the pain worse.
I want a Saturday afternoon circa 1976.
I want to be comfortable.