Lately my life’s become a set of fucked up life changing events separated by intermittent snacks and naps.
Hence a little snack I had yesterday ended up going a bit Pete Tong.
After devouring a bountiful amount of fine Swiss chocolate I retired upstairs for a nap.
It’s true that I’ve always been a person who wants to do a lot of stuff most of the time..
But lately I find myself trapped in the body of a person who wants to do mostly fuck all most of the time.
So I was surprised when en-route to my bed I randomly had the fancy to re-organise my shoe closet.
Perched on the floor whilst dispensing unwanted footwear to charity bag.. That old familiar déjà vu feeling wafted over me..
Memories of dancing shoes, workout shoes, party shoes, fuck-me shoes.. there’s stacks of memories in shoes.
And then it happened.. I experienced a pre-surgery-parallel-universe-out-of-this-goddamned-world seizure.
Proof that I’m a hardcore hypochondriac.. And never do anything half ass. I also didn’t have any canine rectal valium at hand.
An urgent call was made to my gorgeous angel friend (aka my surgeon’s PA).
She expedited hospital action where a nice man with a shiny beard rolled me into the CT for a swift scan.
Next up.. Blood works and ouch.. Turns out it was Nurse Nancy’s first day and I was her first ever patient but luckily she had some deliciously distracting tattoos.
Home to await results.
CT confirmed brain’s looking dope* post Bambi and my blood’s made of sterling stuff.
*I’m reaching out to younger audience hence use of this new word preferred by teenagers to express excellence.
So there’s a little hiccup in the remedying of my ailment .. My cocktails require spicing up.. And I need to abstain from all caffeine and find a new vice!
Luckily one of my favourite vices is flying in on a jet plane in a few days time.