Weekend Woes

I didn't have a weekend again. I enjoy my work, but this is getting quite ridiculous. I'm well, well knackered.

Had a bit of a scare on Saturday night. We have an altar downstairs, and we light tealight candles on it. They're in tealight holders, so the breeze (if any) doesn't blow them out. I lit the candles, hung around for a bit, then went to bed at midnight. At 2 am, Mum comes a-knocking at my bedroom door. She heard a loud pop, and then when she came out of her room, she saw that it was really bright downstairs, as though the altar had caught fire.

I rushed downstairs in a panic, just out of the throes of a nightmare and still half-asleep, to see that one of the tealight holders had somehow broken, and the flame was now huge. Grabbed the spray bottle of water that Mum keeps for her plants, and sprayed some water on it. At first, the flame just flared up even more, which scared me, but it got put out pretty quickly after that.

The adrenaline that shot through me upon hearing the words "I think the altar's on fire" set my heart racing and left me trembling. What scared me the most was that, should there have been a fire, if Mum hadn't been awake to hear that pop, we would all have been stuck upstairs. My brother wasn't home, so that means that I would have been in charge. My mum can't walk too fast, and someone would have had to get my sis out as well.

I'm so thankful that everything turned out alright.

After a fitful sleep, I got up to go to work. On a Sunday. Worked til about 6:30pm, but had the beginnings of a migraine, so decided to head home. After spending about half an hour attempting to call a cab, I finally got one. On the way home, my headache just worsened, and I started feeling really nauseated. When I got home, I was barely able to function; it was what I've classified a Level 8 migraine. Level 10 being "Call an ambulance, I'm dying". The pain was on my right, and it even hurt behind my eye.

I grabbed an ice-pack from the freezer, swallowed a couple painkillers, and tried to rest on the couch. But the noise from the telly and all the light was making me feel worse, so I decided to go to bed, even though as a general rule, I don't turn in until my sis is in bed. Drew the curtains, turned on the fan full-blast, lay down with ice-pack on my head.

And I slept.

A good 11 hours later, I woke up feeling groggy, but oh so much better. The only pains I'm suffering are hunger pangs, and those are much easier to handle.

I love today's affirmation too.

I forgive others and now create my own life the way I want it.