The Labyrinthitis came back. It’s like being drunk, but without the fun of being pissed. You’re wobbly on your pins. The room spins if you turn your head too fast. And you feel sick.
I’ve had it for years. But it only pops up occasionally. Although bloody hell, this time it was pretty much the worst yet. Last weekend. Couldn’t sleep because every time I turned over, the whole world went wobbly. And even sitting down was like sitting on a boat in high seas.
Farkin’ inner ear.
And the seasickness tablets just made me drowsy. Fine for weekend. But working when sleepy sucks piles.
Whoa. This is turning into a self-pitying bitch fest. Why am I moaning about it pretty much post the fact? Because theoretically it shouldn’t happen. I’ve convinced myself that I only get it when I’m run down and stressed. But I’m post holiday and my boss is away.
This, combined with a couple of other small red flags have left me with a sneaking suspicion I’ve been kidding myself. The mental equivalent of putting my hands over my ears and closing my eyes and singing ‘la la la la la la la la la la la’.
So, I ask myself again. When does this thing about being a mature, reasonable grown up kick in? Because I’m starting to believe it’s a load of bunkum.
*I’m following Kylie on Twitter. She’s insidious.