Going potty
Today has been an odd one, and it's not even 11.00 am as I type.
Woke up after a poor night's sleep - last night's Chinese was all sugar and MSG, and kept me awake and twitching for at least an hour, and then I woke up a couple of times with acid indigestion and the remnants of what in other circumstances would have been cheese dreams. Together the suddenly cold and wet weather, l can honestly say that if my motivation to leave the house this morning was shown on a cardiograph, the A&E team would have had the paddles out immediately, and it would have been called hours ago.
Two cups of strong coffee did nothing to help, and I finally left the house well past nine knowing that I would not be in the office until gone ten this morning. Frankly, I didn't and still do not care.
This is not entirely like me.
The feeling of dislocation continued during the Tube ride into town during which I felt extremely uncomfortable for no apparent reason. Not ill, or anything, not even troubled by unwelcome thoughts, just uncomfortable. The only way I can describe it even partially, is to compare it with that slightly strange sensation you get when you fold your arms in the opposite manner to the way you would normally. It just doesn't feel quite right; something is mildly out of kilter.
I don't know: maybe it was mild claustrophobia, though I have been "sardined" into really packed trains before now, and only felt annoyed and uncomfortable because of the crush, rather than any feeling that the walls are closing in on me (now heights are an entirely different matter!).
Anyway, it seems to have gone now, happily. I think the act of changing trains at Euston may have done the job, but it was weird while it lasted.
Maybe I'm losing my marbles in my old age…
Woke up after a poor night's sleep - last night's Chinese was all sugar and MSG, and kept me awake and twitching for at least an hour, and then I woke up a couple of times with acid indigestion and the remnants of what in other circumstances would have been cheese dreams. Together the suddenly cold and wet weather, l can honestly say that if my motivation to leave the house this morning was shown on a cardiograph, the A&E team would have had the paddles out immediately, and it would have been called hours ago.
Two cups of strong coffee did nothing to help, and I finally left the house well past nine knowing that I would not be in the office until gone ten this morning. Frankly, I didn't and still do not care.
This is not entirely like me.
The feeling of dislocation continued during the Tube ride into town during which I felt extremely uncomfortable for no apparent reason. Not ill, or anything, not even troubled by unwelcome thoughts, just uncomfortable. The only way I can describe it even partially, is to compare it with that slightly strange sensation you get when you fold your arms in the opposite manner to the way you would normally. It just doesn't feel quite right; something is mildly out of kilter.
I don't know: maybe it was mild claustrophobia, though I have been "sardined" into really packed trains before now, and only felt annoyed and uncomfortable because of the crush, rather than any feeling that the walls are closing in on me (now heights are an entirely different matter!).
Anyway, it seems to have gone now, happily. I think the act of changing trains at Euston may have done the job, but it was weird while it lasted.
Maybe I'm losing my marbles in my old age…
