The Short Epic

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Title is weird but it's accurate. I drove to the Radcliffe this afternoon to 'collect' my new meds, receive instructions and (hopefully) get some more results of the testing I had last week.

I drove to the Radcliffe, the consultant headologist said that the dose they are starting me on is so low that they don't have a 'pill' for it, I have to have it injected....into the back of my neck...twice a week. This will go on for at least one dosage increment until I am taking a high enough dose that they can administer it by tablet (or whatever) soo, for the next few weeks at least, I have to present myself at the GWH in Swindon to get jabbed in the back of the neck on Wednesdays and Fridays (poo).

It's odd that this could feel like such an anti-climax, I wasn't expecting bells and whistles (although a parade would have been nice) but I was expecting more than 5 minutes of "this is what we're going to do, now you can drive home again" so I got home feeling a bit bummed. (and not in a good way)

Fortunately, one viewing of "Shaun of the Dead" and some Green & Blacks Cherry later, I feel much happier and all is well in my world. I think I just got myself so worked up about it that anything less than an army escort for the drugs and a hot air balloon banner would have felt like a let-down. Ahh well.

It has reinforced one thing very strongly to me though... I NEED "Hot Fuzz" on DVD as soon as humanely possible.

My brain died last night.
I have had a "headache" (i.e. worse than the regular one I have all the time) for a couple of days, the kind that only goes away with total relaxation in one of two ways. Yesterday just before I left work it started to escalate into borderline migraine, so I took the super-drugs when I got home and had a nice bath.

At some point between getting out of the bath and my parents getting home my brain just stalled and then died completely. I don't remember eating dinner, I don't remember anything I did up here but I must have changed into shorts and t-shirt, put 'Darkness Radio' on the lappy and then stretched out and gone to sleep.

Mum reckons I was asleep when she came upstairs at 8pm, but I must have been awake again at about 9:30pm because the only thing I do remember is turning on my radio and sitting for a while trying to figure out why Russell Brand wasn't on. I don't know why I woke up and I must have gone back to sleep again right afterwards.

I just woke up 10 minutes ago, the headache has returned to normal but I have a slightly 'spaced' feeling which is probably drug related. I have also emailed my neurologist to let him know. Apart from being a bit light-headed from that much sleep all at once I feel back to normal.