You Don't Live Like I Do

Last night I was having a relatively pleasant dream after a nasty anxiety dream. I was playing some kind of 5-a-side football match as a LGBT+ charity fundraiser. The referee was a drag queen, and the players were activists. I'm not very good at football even in my dreams, and my side were losing heavily. At one point I saw the ball coming towards me, an open goal in front of me, and I took the opportunity to level the score a little by kicking the ball hard...

...and woke up in agony, having just kicked the bedside cabinets really hard in my sleep.

( Slightly icky health details )

It took me ages to get back to sleep due to the shock, and I didn't sleep well because of the pain. Today I've just been feeling slightly sick from the lack of sleep. The toenail is still sore, still bruised. I've trimmed it back to stop it catching on socks etc. I'm glad gym circuits class is cancelled due to the Bank Holiday, as I'd probably need to skip it anyway.

And I never got to find out if I scored a goal!