Yep, most of another day off - I went in this morning, but three phone calls in that nauseous feeling of pins and needles on the inside of my skull started in earnest. Tried a few email jobs, but really was kidding myself about how I was going. Better to rest up at home, and try to get better for the days ahead. At least that's the theory.
I'm getting more sleep and I'm taking things easier at work, so I'm not quite sure why the electrical storms in my head keep threatening. Perhaps that thing called breakfast that I still hardly ever have could improve things?
I hate feeling useless at work - but there is the counterargument that I have been pushing myself too hard to recover as well. Was told that the goals I have set myself are quite high, both by the boss and one of my workmates. Will see how things go - friggin three months to see a neurologist, grrr.
One thing with the more sleep I am getting is that I can actually remember my dreams, and boy, they have been doozies the last week.
First one, I have been out partying all night in Brisbane's Queen Street Mall, although most of the night before dawn just passes in a blur. I then head home and only then remember that I am the only one in the house and I had the responsibility for feeding the animals and all. I find the dog outside the house, and the cat inside - I thought I had left her out and worry about her messing the place somewhere, but then see the cat door. I realise I am in my grandparent's place in Upper Hutt - in reality they haven't lived there for hmm five or so years. And finally the two sets of birds I was supposedly looking after have completely run out of water, and their seed is just the shells. Bad Paul, bad...
Second dream, somehow I get onto Air Force One, the US President's very own 747. For some reason he is in Australia, and everyone is rushing around because someone - outer space aliens, for some mad reason I think - is threatening to nuke the planet. However, instead of multiple missiles and explosions, they detonate a massively huge device in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, so hot it basically immediately melts the polar ice caps. War and environmentalism, what had I had for dinner that night?
Thirdly, this morning, it starts out with me in one of my high school classrooms, again in Upper Hutt, with the teacher doing some sort of religious education. He takes the bible around the room asking for volunteers to read excerpts and interpret their meaning. Me being me of course, my skin starts crawling at the mere thought of having to read the good book. From my conscious mind, to my dream land comes the thought of Ezekial 25:17, the one quoted from Pulp Fiction, which tells me I wasn't quite as in a deep sleep as I thought or hoped.
Then the dream morphs into me going out with workmates to a pub somewhere in town, which turns out to be the meeting point for the local Contiki trips. Only eleven people going on this one, and they brought in the truck that they would be on - sleeping in it as well, to avoid the crocodiles apparently.
These mental images proudly brought to you by Paul's imagination.
I'm getting more sleep and I'm taking things easier at work, so I'm not quite sure why the electrical storms in my head keep threatening. Perhaps that thing called breakfast that I still hardly ever have could improve things?
I hate feeling useless at work - but there is the counterargument that I have been pushing myself too hard to recover as well. Was told that the goals I have set myself are quite high, both by the boss and one of my workmates. Will see how things go - friggin three months to see a neurologist, grrr.
One thing with the more sleep I am getting is that I can actually remember my dreams, and boy, they have been doozies the last week.
First one, I have been out partying all night in Brisbane's Queen Street Mall, although most of the night before dawn just passes in a blur. I then head home and only then remember that I am the only one in the house and I had the responsibility for feeding the animals and all. I find the dog outside the house, and the cat inside - I thought I had left her out and worry about her messing the place somewhere, but then see the cat door. I realise I am in my grandparent's place in Upper Hutt - in reality they haven't lived there for hmm five or so years. And finally the two sets of birds I was supposedly looking after have completely run out of water, and their seed is just the shells. Bad Paul, bad...
Second dream, somehow I get onto Air Force One, the US President's very own 747. For some reason he is in Australia, and everyone is rushing around because someone - outer space aliens, for some mad reason I think - is threatening to nuke the planet. However, instead of multiple missiles and explosions, they detonate a massively huge device in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, so hot it basically immediately melts the polar ice caps. War and environmentalism, what had I had for dinner that night?
Thirdly, this morning, it starts out with me in one of my high school classrooms, again in Upper Hutt, with the teacher doing some sort of religious education. He takes the bible around the room asking for volunteers to read excerpts and interpret their meaning. Me being me of course, my skin starts crawling at the mere thought of having to read the good book. From my conscious mind, to my dream land comes the thought of Ezekial 25:17, the one quoted from Pulp Fiction, which tells me I wasn't quite as in a deep sleep as I thought or hoped.
Then the dream morphs into me going out with workmates to a pub somewhere in town, which turns out to be the meeting point for the local Contiki trips. Only eleven people going on this one, and they brought in the truck that they would be on - sleeping in it as well, to avoid the crocodiles apparently.
These mental images proudly brought to you by Paul's imagination.
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