… for being brought back down to earth with a bump?
I can’t remember now what we were discussing but Liz came out with a “well, if you are still with us on Thursday …”, something that I thought was a delightful statement of pessimism. It turns out that what she means is that if I’m not detained in the hospital on Wednesday when I go for my check-up, but that was not how it sounded to me.
My late night last night meant that I was right out of it all through the night, and despite the odd trip here and there to go riding the porcelain horse, I don’t remember a thing. I do remember though waking up with cramp in my good arm, and that was pretty inconvenient. But at least it makes a change from having it in my legs.
The nurse was late too, and seeing as how I was having a blood test today I had to sit around starving until he arrived, and that didn’t improve my humour very much. That showed when I was doing my course work for my Hadrian’s Wall studies. Going back over what I’d written and submitted during the day, I can see that I’m becoming quite petulant in my old age.
I really need to cheer myself up a little, although I’m not quite sure how I can do that, especially given the present circumstances and my current state of health. New Zealand sounds quite enticing right now, sitting on a beach in the sun while everyone in the Northern Hemisphere is freezing to death, but seeing how I need injections twice a day, blood tests twice a week and the occasional control from the hospital, it’s clearly out of the question.
But this leads me on the a fantastic business idea which, I’m sure, would make millions. I’m certain that I’m not the only person to feel like this – there must be thousands like me – so instead of having a hospital, we had a floating hospital and all the sick, miserable and unhappy people like me just steamed off on a cruise somewhere on our floating hospital. Looking out of our “hospital” window one day and seeing Venice – the next day seeing the Acropolis (well, you know what I mean) and maybe even going to visit them – I’m sure that this would cheer up almost everybody. It certainly would cheer me up. There must be some mileage in this idea and I shall have to make further enquiries.
But I’ve effectively finished my course now. All that remains is the revision and then the exam, and then we shall see how I’ve done. But the issue then is “what am I going to do next?”. My animation course doesn’t start until mid-January and I need something to keep me out of mischief until then.
Perhaps I ought to write a book or something similar?
