On the Noggin.
I’m not been
feeling right for the last few days, which is probably just my body responding
to the stress of my dad going into hospital; either that, or it could be thanks
to when I managed to smack my head very hard on an overhead lamp after packing
his stuff away in a cupboard on his ward after he went down to surgery.
It was one of
those classic moments when you stand up confidently as if there’s nothing above
you, to find that something most definitely is. Having it happen when it did
felt like the metaphorical icing on a very shit cake; ever since, I’ve felt
dazed and out-of-sorts, though I suspect hitting my head was less the cause and
more the final straw of a crap day. Whatever it was, it’s probably best I
spend less time writing up my bonce-thumping antics now and more time going to bed,
so I’ll recover from it.