Off to A&E

Yeah, I called NHS direct and I'm off to A&E. I'll let you know how that goes when I get home.

Back from A&E. Volare called it!

So, after an almost 4 hour wait we've been seen and are back from A&E.

volare called it. Bell's palsy. Or in my case, partial Bell's palsy.

I owe you a beer or several Volare, considering how many times you've helped me now.

I get nummy anti-viral and steroids as of tomorrow. It will probably also get worse over the next couple of days climaxing on the 4th day. Which considering I can now trace the onset back to Sunday, makes it Wednesday. My fucking birthday.

At least I should be slightly better on Thursday for Stardust and stalking.

I have no luck with my birthdays. I'm invariable ill. After 7 years of chest-infections every birthday, then Glandular Fever so bad that I was hospitalised and unable to swallow at 18, a major glutening on my 20st and now this I'm tempted to just give up on birthdays. Ah well, my 19th and 21st weren't too bad. I guess I can only hope for next year to be a bit better.

On the other hand, at least this time I didn't have my mum call, me tell her "Can't talk now mummy, the amblience (spelt as pronounced) men are here" and then hang up. Ah brain fog.

Swimming

I used to swim for about 2 hours a day, almost every day when I was about 6 years younger.

I used to have no problem doing upwards of a mile each time.

Swam yesterday. Did 24 lengths (480m), although half of those were slow to make sure Kaz was doing frontcrawl right (I'm trying to teach her).

Swam today. Did 26 lengths (520m).

Dies and is ded.