I am indeed, still alive.
Bit shocked, but being a (smug) cyclist I do note that my commute was intensely dull and ordinary today (appart from my pointless 3mph crash into a Mercedes in the morning).
SF/London people – no Ton for me – though I could cycle in for a pint, it’s not quite the best idea I guess…
…well, not so much.
My month long course of beta blockers seem to have been most effective, and now I’m down to the odd migraine every now and then. I’ve switched my painkiller from ibuprofen to the paracetamol/codeine I was given an emergency prescription for at the start of all this and found it to be incredibly effective, even in the reduced dose Boots sell over the counter.
So now, I’ve had the odd tingle once a week or so, but I can get rid of it within a good hour or so.
It’s quite liberating, I feel awake, inteligent, alive and dare I say it, happy!
Happier still for my sister, who got married somewhere in the middle of my month of sleepy days.
Long before I got job in the big smoke, I’d realised that expensive as Edinburgh was, you got some space for your money. Now, my room is easily the smallest of anything I’ve lived in since starting school so it’s very reassuring to find that someone else is paying much more for so much less.
I even get the rest of a house with mine – which at least gives me somewhere to put bike, bookcase and baking ingredients.