Maybe I have too much time on my hands at the moment. Too much time for introspection.
Actually I am unwell. Have been for a couple of weeks. The Doctor has given me tablets. Sometimes I think they are working. Sometimes I think they are not. Right now as I sit here writing this, they are most definitely not. My head keeps spinning. Not literally! I am not an extra from the film 'The Exorcist'. Oh dear oh dear! Why did I say that? Now I have to look up how to spell exorcist. It doesn't look right to me.
I'm back! That is the correct spelling. Anyway as I was saying. My head is spinning. The Doctor thinks it is a condition called 'labrinthitis'. An inner ear infection. I'm not convinced. I bet it is something far more serious. Besides, everyone I talk to has had labrinthitis. Which makes it far too run of the mill for me. Far too common. If I'm going to be ill I prefer something a little more exotic. But easily curable of course.
|Start in the centre. Quickly follow the black line with you eyes. That's how my head feels.|
I have just changed two to's to too, which is not something a lot of people have to do, or say, very often. Another unique moment in my life.
Are you still there? That is so kind of you. I know I have been rambling on a bit.
I have just read the leaflet that came with the tablets. They are called prochlorperazine maleate. They are for treating dizziness or balance problems. One of their other uses, it says here, is to treat, over active behaviour or thoughts. Fortunately that is not something that bothers me. They are also used to treat schizophrenia. Do you think the Doctor is keeping something from me? Maybe he is trying to tell me something. Well it's not working if he is.
Oh my word! I have just had a read of the possible side effects of these pills. Scary stuff. Wish I hadn't looked.
Two hours. Still no emails. So it must be true then. Nobody loves me. Hey! Wait a second. This isn't schizophrenia. This is paranoia. Hey! I'm on the wrong tablets. I had better get back to the Doctors. Wish my head would stop spinning, so I could determine which direction his surgery is in.
Perhaps I had better give my blog a bit of a miss today. Yes, sorry everyone, no blog today. I'm not thinking straight. It would probably be a lot of rambling rubbish. You deserve better than that.