I had a bad case of piles at the end of last week. Not glamorous I appreciate, so I only mention it because it made me think about physical health and moods. Basically, all day Friday I walked round feeling like someone had their thumb stuck up my ass. A large thumb, stuck there despite their efforts to pull it out. My world revolved around my bottom, a very low centre of gravity. Sitting down, grimace. Stand up, grimace. A whole day frowning, unless there was a good reason not to. The opposite of how I like to spend my day - try and smile unless there's a good reason not to.
By the end of the day I was feeling utterly miserable. A friend at work had reminded me about the HALT acronym for avoiding depression - don't let yourself be Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired. I'm sure there's an arse-related interpretation of HALT.... it'll come to me. Point is, I'm no richer, poorer, more in love, more single, busier, friendlier than the same time last week, but a pain in my arse is piling on the misery. How many people you meet looking plain unhappy are just victims of some physical gripe, whose unhappiness in turn makes it harder for them to get physically better? Caught by a vicious circle - or angry ring, in my case.
Anyway, I seem to have it sorted now. And I spent today in company, doing practical stuff in the sunshine. And I might have this Summer's camping holiday sorted. So happy again.
