Last Friday, I re-potted Agapanthus. It has been in a little pot for about 2 years and 9 month. If you know Agapanthus, one plant spread to two plants after flower. So, I had 4 plants in the little pot now. It was looking very crowded, although the plants were healthy.
They were not just crowded. They were stuck in the pot as if it was welded permanently in the pot.
I should have stopped there. But, no… I didn’t want to stop. It was something I wanted to do that day, and I wanted to finish it and see the result.
In my attempt, the sun damaged black plastic pot got easily broken and finally the plants and pot shaped dirt came out. 2 years and 9 months worth roots were going around over and over around the plants.
The hard work didn’t end there. Separating 4 plants from each other was even harder. I wish I had a saw. Now that I was at the stage where I have no choice but finish it if I didn’t want to kill the plants. I used whole muscle in my body and whatever the strength I had. Soon, muscles got extremely fatigued and I was on the verge on crashing on the spot. In my head, I was alarming myself, “I’m in a big trouble! I’m in a big trouble!” I knew my body was feeling it loud and clearly… I managed to put them into two pots in hurry. I may have damaged some plants… Soon after, I had an acute crash.
As I expected, my whole muscle was in pain and in fatigue the next day. There was no strength left in muscles. I get painful cramps easily, and my hands locks into weird shapes giving extra pain. I also got paraesthesia in hands, arms, feet and legs… It was just the beginning of the payback.
On Sunday evening, I got another bad crash. I stayed in bed on Monday and I was like a zombie.
While I rested, I had a long vivid dream.
I was packing my stuff as I was going to the States for about 3 months to study. The dream of packing is one of the dreams I had often in my life. I failed to pack everything in time in most of the packing dreams. It left me with frustration when I woke up.
For the last couple of weeks, I have succeeded packing everything, although I didn’t feel I did the job right.
Anyway… Packing went on and on and on… There were suitcases, different boxes, and the mean of storage items constantly changed. I was packing in my old teenage room, in a strange place I’ve never been, and I was still packing in the air port. A strange porter came and gave me an advice. I somehow had a large beautiful carpet. And he advised to roll everything with the carpet. Hmm… When I started packing, I was able bodied. By the time the packing was completed, yet I was still trying to untangle many pendants and necklaces with long gold chains, which I never had in real life, I was getting the affect of severe ME/CFS and had to lie down.
I was resting in my old bed from teenager time. Basil was at my left side snuggling at me. Then, young Poppy came and rested on my side, too. It was like she never left me.
Just like the old time, Poppy was not happy that Basil was on my left, so she was overpowering him to move. Just like the old time, Basil couldn’t move with the fear that Poppy might attack him…
At this point, there were two more creatures. One was a huge, filthy old red cat. She was as grumpy as Poppy. I was surprised that Poppy didn’t attack the cat. She never got along with cats. The other was an overly friendly puppy dog with black and white long hair. The little puppy dog wanted to play with me, but Poppy gave a look at him to discipline him…
Somehow, I continued resting in the tiny bed with Poppy and Basil snuggling at my arms, and two strange creatures at my feet.
I realised that the grumpy red cat and the happy puppy dog are Poppy’s new friends at where she is now. And she came to my dream again to comfort me when I’m physically struggling.
It is nice to think that Poppy now has friends. And it is nice to know that she still cares about me.
Posted in Dream, ME/CFS
Last Friday, I re-potted Agapanthus. It has been in a little pot for about 2 years and 9 month. If you know Agapanthus, one plant spread to two plants after flower. So, I had 4 plants in the little pot now. It was looking very crowded, although the plants were healthy.
They were not just crowded. They were stuck in the pot as if it was welded permanently in the pot.
I should have stopped there. But, no… I didn’t want to stop. It was something I wanted to do that day, and I wanted to finish it and see the result.
In my attempt, the sun damaged black plastic pot got easily broken and finally the plants and pot shaped dirt came out. 2 years and 9 months worth roots were going around over and over around the plants.
The hard work didn’t end there. Separating 4 plants from each other was even harder. I wish I had a saw. Now that I was at the stage where I have no choice but finish it if I didn’t want to kill the plants. I used whole muscle in my body and whatever the strength I had. Soon, muscles got extremely fatigued and I was on the verge on crashing on the spot. In my head, I was alarming myself, “I’m in a big trouble! I’m in a big trouble!” I knew my body was feeling it loud and clearly… I managed to put them into two pots in hurry. I may have damaged some plants… Soon after, I had an acute crash.
As I expected, my whole muscle was in pain and in fatigue the next day. There was no strength left in muscles. I get painful cramps easily, and my hands locks into weird shapes giving extra pain. I also got paraesthesia in hands, arms, feet and legs… It was just the beginning of the payback.
On Sunday evening, I got another bad crash. I stayed in bed on Monday and I was like a zombie.
While I rested, I had a long vivid dream.
I was packing my stuff as I was going to the States for about 3 months to study. The dream of packing is one of the dreams I had often in my life. I failed to pack everything in time in most of the packing dreams. It left me with frustration when I woke up.
For the last couple of weeks, I have succeeded packing everything, although I didn’t feel I did the job right.
Anyway… Packing went on and on and on… There were suitcases, different boxes, and the mean of storage items constantly changed. I was packing in my old teenage room, in a strange place I’ve never been, and I was still packing in the air port. A strange porter came and gave me an advice. I somehow had a large beautiful carpet. And he advised to roll everything with the carpet. Hmm… When I started packing, I was able bodied. By the time the packing was completed, yet I was still trying to untangle many pendants and necklaces with long gold chains, which I never had in real life, I was getting the affect of severe ME/CFS and had to lie down.
I was resting in my old bed from teenager time. Basil was at my left side snuggling at me. Then, young Poppy came and rested on my side, too. It was like she never left me.
Just like the old time, Poppy was not happy that Basil was on my left, so she was overpowering him to move. Just like the old time, Basil couldn’t move with the fear that Poppy might attack him…
At this point, there were two more creatures. One was a huge, filthy old red cat. She was as grumpy as Poppy. I was surprised that Poppy didn’t attack the cat. She never got along with cats. The other was an overly friendly puppy dog with black and white long hair. The little puppy dog wanted to play with me, but Poppy gave a look at him to discipline him…
Somehow, I continued resting in the tiny bed with Poppy and Basil snuggling at my arms, and two strange creatures at my feet.
I realised that the grumpy red cat and the happy puppy dog are Poppy’s new friends at where she is now. And she came to my dream again to comfort me when I’m physically struggling.
It is nice to think that Poppy now has friends. And it is nice to know that she still cares about me.
Posted in Dream, ME/CFS