Head Rambles

Yesterday was a disaster.

A fiasco.

The pits.

I decided a trip was necessary. I also fancied a bit of village air to clear a foggy brain. So I drove down. A big mistake.

I had decided I would have a coffee/tea first in the coffee shop. I have switched to tea there as it’s less harsh on a dicky stomach. Then I would do the pharmacy and the groceries. So I headed into the coffee shop.

Dave [the owner and very good friend] was sitting outside having a coffee and a fag at the only no-smoking table outside. That’s one of the things I like about Dave – a healthy belief in making rules suit him and a healthy disregard for petty regulations. I have inquired about the reason for the only no-smoking table but he just laughs.

Anyhows, no sooner had I sat down when the pain hit.

I have never felt pain quite as bad as that. It was as if every tooth on the left hand side of my face had been ripped out, naturally without any anesthetic. It was excruciating. It left me doubled up in my seat. I couldn’t talk, just aimlessly flap my hands around.

I have had brief spells of this pain in the past but they tend to pass fairly quickly. This one didn’t. Every now and then it would ease a bit and I would start to relax but then it would come back even stronger. It was relentless and unmerciful.

Dave was very worried at this stage and had his Missus phone around for help. None forthcoming. Dave then buggered off, collected prescriptions and did the grocery shopping. I don’t believe in angels but maybe I can make an exception in his case. And he’d kill me for saying that. He wanted to drive me home too but he has a business to run….

I’m a hell of a lot better today. A great night’s sleep and the start of a new regime of medication [from yesterday’s trip].

Things might have turned really nasty yesterday but for Dave. I probably would have ended up as an inmate of our Glorious Hospital again.

Thanks Dave.

You’re a fucking star.

I just wrote a long post about my health woes.

It came across as self pitying.

I binned it.

Okay, my health has been on a rapid decline over the last few weeks but that is boring news [except maybe for me?] but I have noticed another phenomenon. As the physical declines so does the mental.

I have mentioned before about this compulsion I have to scribble something each day. Normally this wasn’t a problem. I would find a topic and would then do a mental draft. But lately as soon as I try drafting something the brain instantly turns to sludge. It’s worse than writer’s block as the thoughts are there but they are so mixed up and confusing that I couldn’t possibly make any sense of them.

Take for example the edifying spectacle last Friday of the Attack Dogs savaging poor Zelenskyy. This would be pure gold-dust for material but sadly I had to let it pass. My thoughts were too confused. I did have opinions all right but putting those opinions into some sort of legibility was impossible. Sludge. Mental Porridge.

Even now, I’m not sure where I am going with this. My thought process is on a totally different track from when I started.

I don’t know what impact this will happen to poor Rambles.

Can a web site contract cancer?