This last few days I have been feeling a little off colour. Happily today I feel a bit better. I don't really know what was wrong, except I was feeling weak and slightly nauseaus. Oh blimey here we go again. How do you spell nauseus? Nauseas? No that don't look right. I shall have to look it up. Shouldn't be a problem really because I'm pretty sure it begins with N. Ah ha! I see it has an O in it. Never knew that! Nauseous. Well you learn something new every day. Anyway that's how I have been feeling. A bit sick. I'm saying no more on the subject though 'cos it's making me feel nauseous just thinking about it. Changing the subject....
It takes me absolute ages to write and send text messages on my smart phone. Yesterday for some reason it had turned itself to swype mode. Swype is the method where you don't take your finger off and simply move from one letter to the next. It's supposed to be very quick. I gave it a go but to be honest it didn't help any. Perhaps it is useful if your fingers aren't fat sausages, but otherwise it wasn't really helping me. But what I wondered is that little microphone symbol in the corner of the keypad? I shall touch it and see what happens... Speak now it says. Speak now. Too late it's gone. Try again. Speak now, "Hello my name is John and I am very good looking and have the body of a young Greek god and would like to meet a single rich woman." Working it says. Working, but nothing happening. Working. Hey what's this on the screen? The exact words I just said! That is amazing! My smartphone has a facility that lets me speak my text messages. How cool is that? This discovery made me very happy and excited yesterday. It doesn't take a lot to have that effect. I sent a lot of text messages yesterday. Probably went over my limit. But I have got over the excitement now. Almost. Let's just say it has subsided somewhat.
Back on the feeling unwell front. I decided to call into the Doctor's and make an appointment. Better safe than sorry I always say. Actually I don't know why I just said that. I don't always say it. It is a phrase I reserve for those occasions when I think I might be at risk of popping my clogs, kicking the bucket, oh all right, let's not kid ourselves, dropping down dead! Heart! I worry about my heart! If it stops I'm buggered! Buggered. It's a strange word. I'm using it in the context of meaning done for, finished, without hope! I just thought I'd mention that. Just in case you take it literally and think someone is going to jump on my dead body and have... Well you know.. I don't need to spell it out. Where was I? Oh yes. As I went in to the surgery the Doctor was just coming out to do his rounds.
"Morning John, he says,"haven't seen you for ages."
"No Doc," I say, "that's because I haven't been well."
He finds this funny. I suppose it is really.
I have an appointment for Thursday morning. Hopefully I shall live to keep it.