Well. Yesterday was a bit of a disaster. I haven’t got my body SO WRONG for quite a while.
Felt okay post-Coldplay. Got taxi to hairdresser but felt fine so got bus home. The next day we were due to be seeing Romeo and Juliet in Stratford. MindReader is an Early Person (the kind that wring their hands if they don’t have at least 2 hours’ leeway for unexpected events) so I decided to get the bus into Birmingham to meet him after work to save him driving home. Blah blah.
Got to bus stop. Ran for bus. Was wrong bus. Paced around. Realised was on wrong side of road. Crossed road. Paced around. Felt a bit fuzzy but it wasn’t getting any worse and believe me THE BODY makes it much worse when it wants to be heard. Got on bus eventually. Sat for an hour smirking to self about how I WAS WELL and imagining what type of plants MindReader and I are going to have in our flat.
Got off bus. Almost fell on road. Felt was floating. Staggered to MindReader’s office. Felt like had 6 bags of sugar on top of head. That is the best way I can describe it.
Begged him to bring car to me even though car was a 4 minute walk away. Lay down in car all way to Stratford. Felt no better (very unusual).
Sat up for play, slumped against MindReader. Thought was going to die when someone asked me to stand up to get past me. Was aware this is unreasonable behaviour.
I should be pleased. I couldn’t walk four paces the other day let alone get a bus and run around. But I imagined I was therefore fine, and I am not. Still, I think I would rather err on the side of doing too much rather than moping around being too scared to do anything.
But… It is now Saturday, and I’m not sure what to do, and I am alone. And sometimes I just think – god – imagine having a job and being able to go out without thinking about it. Internet, it has been so long that I cannot even imagine it.
