Hot Weather Is Not My Friend

[croissantkatie]

Things have been rather busy lately. My Grandad was in hospital up until yesterday as he had a kidney operation, was released and then had to be rushed back in because of a suspected heart attack. It's all been rather surreal for me as they live so far away, and I only see them a few times a year. He's out now though and we haven't had any more panicked calls from my Grandma, which is definitely a good sign.

In slightly more positive news, it was Village Sports Day last Saturday. I ran the hoopla stall (even a week afterwards, I am still incredibly relieved that I managed to talk them out of putting me on slippery pole) and did rather well in the produce show. My Duck Mobile (which I think of rather like the batmobile, but cheerier and a really poor form of transport) won third place in the handicraft category. There are clearly benefits to the normal judges not being able to make it as it was never going to be up their street. And I also won my running race! However, as various people pointed out, I also came last. I however don't care. I have a trophy. A trophy which now had my name on twice (the first time, I came second (also last given the huge field of two) but the winner couldn't keep the trophy due to living outside the village parish). I am very happy about this.

The downside of this was I got sunstroke, despite being incredibly careful, wearing a hat and drinking excessive amounts of water. That was my second heat/sun related illness of the year and I have now had my third as well. It was the dress rehearsal for my theatre group's show yesterday, where it was very hot with no breeze inside. And clearly I do not know when to stop. I just about made it through without collapsing and left promptly before I went completely hysterical. I wasn't able to go to work (my brother covered for me and is very grateful for the money) and then couldn't go out to my friend's birthday picnic in the evening. My Mum has said next time, even if I don't pass out, just collapse anyway because that will get someone's attention and suggest there is something wrong with me. Stopping is not my forte. I just keep going. I have to say I am not entirely happy with my theatre group at the moment, as whilst I was able to ignore the many many times we were told to try harder and do it full out because I wasn't physically able to, it did mean that I felt I had to keep on going. And also, whilst I know I should have said something, I'm slightly annoyed that no one noticed. When me and my Mum went down to my work three hours later to let them know that I wasn't going to be here next Saturday, my boss's wife took one look at me and told me to go home. They then invited me to go stand in their paddling pool which was lovely and cool. If nothing else, I really love my job.

After getting lots of sleep last night, I feel much better now. So I can now attempt to do my history homework. It's actually quite interesting, I just can't quite seem to summon up the energy. And then there's the World Cup Final tonight. I am almost looking forward to it, which is slightly strange. I think it's to do with the fantasy football league I'm in. It's addictive and I really am far too competitive.