My ears are still playing up, though the odd sensitivity to noise seems to be worse in the street, where it is much louder anyway. Stay inside as much as possible, then.
Whatever’s wrong with them seems to have moved a bit more to the inner ear: when I changed from the train to the underground at Stratford, I felt momentarily light headed and then for a couple of minutes just walking felt like I was on the deck of a ship. After sitting on the tube carriage with my eyes closed, it seemed to be somewhat better by the time I got to Westminster and I walked to Victoria without incident, though my legs feel stiff and leaden. As yesterday, I am also radiating heat like a furnace, but don’t seem to be running a temperature. I certainly don’t feel feverish.
So my personal operational status board has the lights in the yellow, occasionally flickering into amber. Nothing is green and nothing is red. I think I shall try and go home early tonight.
Whatever’s wrong with them seems to have moved a bit more to the inner ear: when I changed from the train to the underground at Stratford, I felt momentarily light headed and then for a couple of minutes just walking felt like I was on the deck of a ship. After sitting on the tube carriage with my eyes closed, it seemed to be somewhat better by the time I got to Westminster and I walked to Victoria without incident, though my legs feel stiff and leaden. As yesterday, I am also radiating heat like a furnace, but don’t seem to be running a temperature. I certainly don’t feel feverish.
So my personal operational status board has the lights in the yellow, occasionally flickering into amber. Nothing is green and nothing is red. I think I shall try and go home early tonight.
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Date: 2011-06-23 09:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-23 10:48 am (UTC)It might also be something completely different, but if you feel the need for an interesting, fairly original maladie I recommend: http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Morbus+meniere which I happen to indulge myself in at times. It is also sometimes called "The Astronaut Disease"; an information that several old friends who insist on suggesting I belong in outer space rather than on a planet the gravity fo which I occasionally find disturbing and am not really comfortable with, were deeply amused about.
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Date: 2011-06-23 11:30 am (UTC)The last one I actually thought I was dying because I couldn't even sit on a chair, and couldn't just collapse on the floor. I had many many drugs to get better.
Go and see the Quack - you don't want to be very poorly sick chap - no rly you don't
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Date: 2011-06-23 11:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-23 11:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-23 10:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-23 12:17 pm (UTC)The cure is either prunes and custard or visiting Wales on a Wet Whitsun.
Have the Good Dr F prepare a poultice, stew up the calves-foot jelly and search the garden for the plumpest of leeches.
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Date: 2011-06-23 01:04 pm (UTC)Prunes and custard indeed. Kill or cure, Bry!
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Date: 2011-06-23 01:42 pm (UTC)You have: weirdy ear, aches and feeling too hot
I have: feeling totally knackered, aching joints, especially neck and feeling too cold and too hot
We have a lurgi in the house.
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Date: 2011-06-24 09:26 am (UTC)