Slow me down...

-
It seems a lifetime since we were here last.  I'd love to tell you that I've been ensconced on some far flung tropical isle without WiFi, or taking part in the latest commercial venture to the moon, but these would be lies of whopping proportions.  Truth of the matter is that on Sunday, I fell headlong into one of the worst migraines I've ever had.  A couple of days in bed, shielding any gap in the curtains with a vampire-type 'The light!  The light!' wail, I finally succumbed to an hour's wait in the doctor's surgery for some suggestions.

We covered the usual stuff...

'Chocolate?'
'Not eaten it since 2015'

'Wine?'
'One glass in the past two years'.

'Cheese?'
'Don't like the stuff'.

And then....

'Oranges?'

What?  My favourite fruit?   The one which I reach for at least three times a day?  

So I am now officially orange-grounded, and my life will be the poorer for it.  Mind you, I suppose it could have been worse, as he could have said, 'English Breakfast Tea?' which could easily have led me me being incarcerated for murder of a professional.

So I am now on a new medication.  This has had interesting effects to say the least. Taking it just before bed as instructed, I have been drifting off to sleep with the heart rate of Tigger.  Getting up in the morning (headache free I'm pleased to say), I have been relatively normal (stop laughing) till about 11.00am, when my body has taken on the feeling of something using own brand AAA batteries.  And then snoozles on the sofa from 7.00pm till crawling up to bed at 9.00pm where Tigger kicks in again.  

The doctor has told me that after a week I am to introduce a second tablet in the morning.

Should be interesting...

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

It's raining men...

-
We overslept this morning.  I'm not entirely surprised having walked the equivalent of a half marathon over the past two days, and we just about made breakfast.   We did all the usual Christmas stuff today.  Carnaby Street, Regent Street, Borough Market, mulled wine (again), chocolate covered bananas and caramelised nuts.  There was also the issue of the very inclement weather.  Wandering around the whole A to Z of London, the husband decided that a purchase of a hat and scarf was necessary.  Being a fairly sensible woman, I had brought a hat, scarf and gloves with me, but the husband, being of tougher stuff (he hails from the north) had proclaimed that he was no southern softy and would deal with whatever the weather had to throw at him in a manly fashion. Fast forward to late morning, the rain was chucking it down, and the manly fashion had morphed into wimpy whinging about a chaffed chin due to an evil coat zip and a wet head.  And so began the hut hunt. We tried sports shops (t
Read more

Ain't no mountain high enough...

-
Image
I thought you might be interested in the other stuff Mr Bird and I got up to while we were away in the Wobble Box this weekend.  The pinnacle of the weekend was the mountain climb (see what I did there?) but before this, we had anticipated a simple, peaceful and quiet few days together with the dogs.  What we hadn't expected was to be shouted at as we strolled to the pub on the first night, 'What on earth are you two doing here?' Standing outside a posh (and long) motor home, were two very good friends of ours.  Happily retired, they trolley around the world in their home on wheels, and just happened to land in Pandy a whole thirty minutes before we did on Thursday.  The funny thing is, that every time we see each other, the subject of caravans and motor homes is always raised, with promises on both sides made that we will arrange something together for a weekend.  To date, we've never managed to do this, but it finally happened by accident.  We all decided that th
Read more

Diary...

-
Eight years ago, I came up with the idea of writing a diary for my children which I would put into the public domain.  And so Words from a Bird began.  Two thousand posts and almost a million words later, I am still going.  But like all of us, lives change.  Eight years ago, my life was all about the four children, schools, universities, boyfriends, girlfriends, work, my husband, family and the dogs. Much of that is still relevant today, thank goodness, but we now add in two weddings (one more pending), grandchildren (one, and again, one pending), retirement and looking after parents. So to all my completely gorgeous readers, to the ones who have been with me right from the start and to the new ones who have discovered me just this week, thank you for coming along for the ride with me.  I hope I carry on making you giggle for many years to come!   If you don't want to miss anything, just follow the Words from a Bird page. And when I am a very old lady, I hope that my children will
Read more