Painkillers & PJs

So here I am, typing this, wearing pyjamas for the first time in twenty years...well, pyjama bottoms anyway. They've started selling really funky PJ bottoms in the city core, and I've bought some with a Japanese anime print which reminds me of being a kid watching Battle Of The Planets. And if they get some more of those Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in stock in my size, I'll be going into the city core with my credit card again! Another rather lengthy period between blog entries, but this one at least brings up the century for 2009 - this is my one hundredth entry here this year. Once again, thanks for reading, hope I've been at least a little entertaining.

One of the reasons I've not been blogging, or doing much else for that matter, is these bloody headaches which I've been experiencing over the last couple of weeks. They'd been varying in intensity from just minor irritations to "let's lie in bed in a darkened room and try not to think about anything", and I've been popping the ibuprofen a lot to try and control them. At one point, I felt like I was going to be sick, and at another point, I found myself with my face buried in a towel walking around saying "I don't want to die...I'm too young for that..."

Thankfully, though, the headaches have gone now, just as quickly as they came. I had an appointment with the doctor on Wednesday afternoon - so of course Wednesday was a completely pain-free day, wasn't it? Still, I went walking through the mean streets to the local surgery for my appointment, where the doctor, after checking my blood pressure, proceeded to shine lights through my ears and got me to look in various directions. Then he started what felt like re-aligning my spine...

He said it didn't look like I'd anything seriously wrong with me - no brain tumour and no sign of a stroke, which came as a great relief - and told me about cluster headaches which appeared to be what I had. Or maybe I didn't... he wasn't sure, although it would fit with the symptoms I had. So it was a case of "monitor the situation and if it gets any worse, come back and we'll start pumping you full of drugs" - well, that wasn't his exact words, but you get the picture.

Anyway, I'm not getting headaches now, but I still feel sleepier than normal. Not worried too much about that though.

I spent the weekend with GroupieGirl, who's won another fantastic competition but has sworn me to secrecy as to the details... all will be revealed in due course!! She's bought me some tickets to see Franz Ferdinand in October, who I had no idea was even playing here - I mean, very few decent bands come up here... and she's entered another competition for a trip away (which I've been invited on) - somewhere I've always wanted to visit, although it's not yet certain who the lucky winners will be...

DEAN MARTIN - AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD?
(from the film soundtrack "Ocean's Eleven", 1960)