Sunday, 10 April 2011
I come from a background that frowned on any recognition of any kind of malady.
Which was fine until, aged 10, a pelvic abscess nearly killed me.
One of my siblings accused me of 'putting it on' when I got to the unable to walk stage, a mad aunt declared that I was suffering from 'growing-pains' and the only reason I ended up at the doctors was because my father got sick of carrying me about.
The doctor called an ambulance straight away and I spent a month in hospital before having my appendix removed.
So, when I developed a headache last Friday (1st of April I kid you not) I shrugged my shoulders and got on with decorating the back room.
The headache got worse but I just assumed it would melt away before I had to go to the folk club.
At the folk club the headache ramped up it's intensity and I started feeling sick and dizzy so I bailed out at half-time, went home while I still felt able to drive and tumbled into bed.
I awoke at around 9 am with my head in a spiky vice.
I got out of bed to make a cup of tea and take some tablets from Linda's large and extensive collection of analgesics.
(I'm very wary of accepting any tablet Linda offers me as I once took something she proffered to ease a mild muscle pain and half an hour later found myself unable to move.)
Then my vision shattered, couldn't focus and had a weird circular manifestation blocking out anything I tried to look at.
(I drew a picture of what I was seeing, a bit like the after image you get if you accidentally look at the sun, but I seem to have misplaced it.)
I went back to bed making sure I closed the curtains and slept and slept and slept.
Suffice to say I am now fully recovered but am now obsessed with finding a possible cause for an experience I'm not keen on trying again.
Could anything I'd eaten have triggered it?
I hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary.
Could the mixture of chemicals and dust from decorating have had an effect?
Possible but unlikely, I've been involved with these kind of elements for years and....