When I awoke this morning, I lay for a while deciding whether I wanted to get up or not. Suddenly, I heard the sound of my pulse. It was a pulse beating in my ear! Do we have a pulse in our ears? Anyway, back to the point. On the positive side, it was a good steady rhythm, which I was delighted with considering, until I thought it missed a beat, before starting off again. Then it did it again. Still lying there, I put my fingers to my neck to check out my heartbeat, but I couldn't feel a thing. So I lay there and thought about it some more. There had to be an answer.
Could I have passed away in the night? Should I shake my husband and ask him whether I was really talking to him or not? Or - this one is good - when I got out of bed, would I turn around and still see myself lying there? Eventually, I realised I was letting my imagination run away with me and got out of bed. Nevertheless, I did turn around and give a quick glance at where I had been lying. Of course I wasn't still there. All I can say is that while these thoughts were running through my mind, I didn't panic - on the other hand, what on earth would have been the point?
As you can tell from the fact I am writing this, I am still alive and kicking. I am also writing this with a glass of wine at hand. Yes, life is hard, but wine certainly helps.
There has got to be a story in there somewhere.
Have a good weekend.