Tuesday, 22 January 2008

Groan groan

Physically, this has not been the best of days.

First I wake up at 6 am with a blinding headache that stops me sleeping, seeing or functioning and takes six aspirins and two hours of silence to cure throughout the day. Unfortunately, today is also the day I have to drive Squirrel, Shark and Tiger to be patronised by Hitler at her crap art session. If only home were some respite. I spend the last hour of my head pain with some builders banging, crashing and hammering in the flat above me, possibly dismantling a false wall put there by the now departed Mr Git to disguise the damp when he sold the property.

After suffering that, I then failed to make the doctor's appointment for what I'm-not-telling-you, so am in pain and agony for another few days. Self-diagnosis is not usually a good thing (although it was timely in the case of the bile overdose and cholestasis), but, undeterred, I then embark on the Internet medical dictionaries to find I have either leprosy or Grave's disease, or possibly both.

By 9pm, with the headache gone, but the not-telling-you hurting, I feel the need for some fresh air so take a fifteen minute stroll to the Co-op so at least I can include this success in my Independent diet day. Unfortunately the shine is taken off the walk after two minutes because I lose my footing and fall into the gutter. If only I could get away unseen on that one; two young men come to my assistance as I am rolling about in the road unable to get up. This all makes me feel like I am at least aged 60 and eligible to be smashed out of my skull on a cocktail of osteoporosis drugs and sherry.

Well, I'm going to bed now to nurse my head, the not-telling-you, and the wounded knee from the gutter incident. And I hope during the course of the getting into bed procedure I don't somehow manage to fall down the attic stairs like before, because boy, does that one hurt the buttocks.

5 comments:

dragon boy said...

oh dear, poor you. mind you, you clearly have a better class of young men where you live. when i fell over recently, did they help me up? nope, they laughed!!
hope you feel better soon

betty said...

i hope you feel better soon too! i love the addition of pictures to your posts, which are always a delightful addition to my day even when sadly they detail a less than delightful day on your end.

mutleythedog said...

If you rub cream on the 'not-telling-you' its fun and makes it feel better! Seriously, I did a trawl of an internet self diagnosis site, and entered 'no symptoms' - it told me that this indicated lung cancer! I would not use them if I were you...

grit said...

Thank you all for yout kind thoughts. Grit's well-being has improved.

grit said...

But not her typing or spell checking.