Paradox
My eyes have been far better since being told that the brain scan was clear. It adds credence to the optician’s theory that it may be stress-related migraine, just affecting my vision rather than causing the splitting headache.
Rather paradoxical to think that a contributory factor leading to the degree of stress I was under being sufficient to trigger the vision distortion may have been the worry over why my vision was distorted. Still, the doctor will tell me more about that on Thursday, I’m sure.
Though I’m anxious to get back to work and worried about the financial implications, I’ve decided to ask her for one more week of absence (as long as my eyes are OK) before I return – long enough to let the anti-depressants kick in. She said I’d know when the time was right to start taking them. I think that time is now. Despite the improvement in my vision, I can recognise symptoms in myself which have occured quite naturally as a result of recent developments and which I’d actually like to combat before they become any more established. If I go down, I’ll go down fighting
Now, I guess doing that pile of ironing and then going to the gym would warm me up just as well as putting the central heating on and going back to bed. I wonder why it doesn’t seem quite so appealing a prospect!
I’ll get up then, shall I?
A loud ringing by my right ear and I wake with a start. This does not sound like my alarm going off. What can it be? Ah, my mobile. Yes, press any button to answer works, thank goodness. A blearly eyed “Hello?”
“Hello, is that Miss Smudgie? This is….”
“Ah, no! No” It’s the optician, isn’t it? You’re ringing to tell me I should be there. What time is it? AGH! It’s ten past ten. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t panic, you’re only 50% right. It is the optician. I’m ringing to tell you the delivery has arrived and your glasses aren’t in there, so you don’t need to come. They should be here tomorrow, so you can go back to sleep”
I must learn, when I set the timer on my mobile so that I can have an extra hour in bed, there’s a final button you have to press in order to start the timer running. Otherwise time simply doesn’t pass and, phonecalls permitting, you could sleep for eternity.
