Herself frequently complains that I don’t write enough about myself.
The odd time I will write a snippet about Your Truly and she exclaims in delight that at last I am doing some real writing and not just bitching about someone or something. Invariably those posts are the least popular so praise from Herself is like the Kiss of Death.
So I will compromise. I will bitch and write about myself.
For the last while, I have been suffering from something. Though “suffering from” is grossly overdramatic as “inconvenienced by” is more appropriate, but writing that I have been inconvenienced by something sounds a bit weird. Now this “thing” isn’t a cold or a flu, so no bitching about hypochondria or Man-Fu or any of that shit – it’s more of an irritating hint at what might be. I really don’t know what it is
Headaches, sore throat, aches, a feeling of fatigue, blurry vision occasionally and the one symptom that is really driving me mad – brain fog. I can ignore the rest [or if things get bad, take an Aspirin] but the brain fog is a different matter. It has taken me about twenty minutes to write this bit so far, between typing errors and forgetting what I’m writing about and that is annoying. Thinking up something that people might actually want to read is out of the question.
To make matters worse, I watched a film last night where the theme was a woman developing Early Onset Alzheimer’s which was a good enough film but a bit like watching a plane crash film before taking a flight. Not being the neurotic type though, I think the more likely cause of my lurgy is the fact that I didn’t sleep that well last night. I kept waking up and then tossing and turning before grabbing a short sleep before the next awakening. To make matters worse, I kept dreaming that I was back in my old place of employment, so maybe nightmaring would be a better term?
I just went for a short stroll around the lower plot, to try and clear my head a bit [it didn’t work]. As I strolled past the lake I felt something underfoot. Something was sticking out of the ground and I had stepped on it.
I took a photograph.
Snowdrops in November?
Those little buggers don’t usually appear until the end of December or even the beginning of January.
So maybe it’s not just me.
Is the whole world going mad?