5 of the 7 dwarfs

This week I have been Doc (looking into other means of handling CFS and still using reiki); Happy - though this goes in fits and starts; Grumpy - more often than not, but at least I admit it; Sleepy - no explanation required; and Dopey - forgetting I hooked my feet around the base of the computer chair and then rolling backwards over my foot damaging my big toe quite significantly. This did not help with the Grumpy stakes. If there had been an Angry dwarf, he would had featured too. Likewise Forgetful; left my glasses on the laundry bin and couldn't remember about a minute later where I had left them as well as other silly instances. Still, other than the toe incident, it has been a pain freer week. Insomnia has struck once, the night before I was due to host a garden party and woke up Grumpy wanting to cancel, but Happy was back by the afternoon and all went well. With four small dogs running around - the smallest of which intent on humping my dog at every given opportunity - and a large wolf type dog guarding the gate, one cannot maintain grumpiness, and rightly so. Reflexology doesn't appear to be making a miraculous difference, which is to be expected, but it does seem to help keep the pain at bay and I generally feel generally better. And I think I look better, more like death that has significantly warmed up rather than death that has been sat in a draft for a considerable time. How the toe injury will effect next week's reflex will remain to be seen - perhaps we can work around it. Still, the positive about the toe injury is I get the bed to myself at risk of it getting touched, plus I had to put a pillow at the bottom of the mattress to keep the duvet off my foot so there wouldn't have been room for anyone else and the cat! So, silver linings everywhere if you look at it the right way. And, despite dodgy toe, I managed to swim 10 lengths in 20 minutes today, and hobble round the supermarket at a pace slower than a snail with a very heavy house, but I did it. And that's the main thing.