Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼 (kattidya) wrote,
Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼

I love to ride my bicycle

Today I got up at midday, and noticed that I had a weird pain in my throat. It wasn't like I was getting the flu, it felt more like a muscle pain.

I took my morning medicine, brushed my teeth, and took a shower to get the seagull poop out of my hair. I also used my new face wash gel.

I put on a pair of sleek black trousers, and now I am thinking of getting a new pair from Hennes & Mauritz, because these are almost ten years old and by now they're getting rather grubby.

I didn't eat oatmeal porridge for breakfast, but I drank lots of coffee, ate a clove of garlic, and some baby carrots.

Later the day I went to see my dad. I sent him a text message and told him I am coming over about after three or four o'clock in the afternoon, he answered that it's okay.

After I left, I walk- pushed my bicycle all the way to my parents' home. It was a still, calm day, and the sky was enveloped by white clouds, not a breeze in the air. Nevertheless, there was a huge racket going on inside my head, the low blood sugar combined with physical exertion made the delusions bother me even worse than usual.

Once at my parents' home, dad answered the door. I gave him the bicycle key, and he went downstairs to tune it up.

I ate two sugary donuts, the rest of the feta cheese, the rest of the chocolate salmiakki waffle bites, and drank coffee and orange juice.

I called my granny and talked with her for a while about the latest weather and how have we been doing in the past, and granny told me about her youth and her favorite poetry.

Later the day, after dad had fixed the bicycle, I thanked him and hugged and kissed him goodbye and told him I would see him next week.

I rode my bicycle home, I had wanted to ride a longer way but it was getting chilly, the cold wind made my hands hurt so I rode my bicycle straight back home.

Once back home, I did housework until it was time to go to bed. As usually in the evenings, I had an anxiety attack, and felt like a cold fist squeezed my heart and my stomach was doing somersaults. Pretty soon I calmed down.

Tomorrow my HoivaOnni worker comes for the weekly appointment, I will wash the dishes and iron the laundry during the visit.
Tags: bicycle, father, granny, real life
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