Sick (tho' not at heart)
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changelingIt's a good thing I didn't have work today, because I am Sick.
I felt fine (though exhausted) until we went to morris last night, and I got a really bad stomach cramp in the first dance (Amadeus, from memory). I put it down to the lemon, lime & bitters I had consumed with regret from the bar when we first got there, and made sure to sit out the next dance. After that (and a proposition from Kirsty that I sew her a harp case – I'm really not sure that I'm skilled enough to move into such industrial construction), Claire, our kindly yet firm Foreman pulled us up to dance the next dance (Gisborne, one of our "beginner" dances). I wasn't in my favourite spot (the front couple of a set half, either 2 or 6), but I was on the right side (coincidentally, the right-hand side, which I think of as "off-squire"), so I was able to muddle through. I marvelled at just how much two weeks off morris dancing had affected me. I was struggling to remember the dances, and I felt like a bad puppeteer in charge of a tangled marionette.
After Gisborne we started Mortenwell Hill, which Steph and I have only done once before, and so we had to dance it. Claire started teaching us from first principles again, which annoyed me a bit, because I wanted to see how well I'd retained it – I just wanted a read-through and then an attempt. On the other hand, we must have done it a month ago, because Steph was having killer cramps and only danced it once.
It was probably best that Claire took it slowly. Mortenwell Hill is a ranted dance, as opposed to a skipping dance, and that means lots of bouncing. My stomach started lurching. We ran through the first few figures, and my stomach tried to join in at Star.
Not good. But I thought I'd just struggle on until the end of the run-through. Unfortunately my stomach had other ideas, and halfway through Diamond I almost lost my footing and my lunch in one go. I finished the figure, but Steph sent me off after that. She said I'd gone all white.
I spent the rest of the rehearsal (that we stayed for) carefully lying on the ground. Any attempt to sit up was misguided. All my muscles felt like they'd been replaced by bits of string. We made it home, though. We left after Steph finished Mortenwell Hill, and I managed to drive us home with no accidents at all (Steph still doesn't have her Ps).
So that's where I am today. I have an interview at 1pm I was going to go to, right up until just then, because I also have to go to Brunswick St and try to get a hat for our party this Sunday. I was feeling guilty about doing that and not the interview, but right now I'm feeling worse than I was before. Dizzy, ill ... I'm sure I won't make a good first impression if I retch halfway through (my body's incompetant at actually throwing up, for good or ill).
Truth to tell, I'm not really feeling up to a bus ride to the station, train ride in, and a tram ride out, then some wandering up and down Brunswick St. And I don't want to drive again (last night was a scary, scary experience). What I need is a local friend who has a car and is kindly enough disposed to drive me there. It's a shame that I'm the one with the car in our group of friends. Sigh. Guess I'd better shower, dress, and go.
What sort of illness is this, anyway? Dizziness, muscle weakness, nausea ... that's not a diagnosis, those are secondary symptoms. Bah. Bollocks to this. And yes, babe. I'm drinking lots of water today.
I felt fine (though exhausted) until we went to morris last night, and I got a really bad stomach cramp in the first dance (Amadeus, from memory). I put it down to the lemon, lime & bitters I had consumed with regret from the bar when we first got there, and made sure to sit out the next dance. After that (and a proposition from Kirsty that I sew her a harp case – I'm really not sure that I'm skilled enough to move into such industrial construction), Claire, our kindly yet firm Foreman pulled us up to dance the next dance (Gisborne, one of our "beginner" dances). I wasn't in my favourite spot (the front couple of a set half, either 2 or 6), but I was on the right side (coincidentally, the right-hand side, which I think of as "off-squire"), so I was able to muddle through. I marvelled at just how much two weeks off morris dancing had affected me. I was struggling to remember the dances, and I felt like a bad puppeteer in charge of a tangled marionette.
After Gisborne we started Mortenwell Hill, which Steph and I have only done once before, and so we had to dance it. Claire started teaching us from first principles again, which annoyed me a bit, because I wanted to see how well I'd retained it – I just wanted a read-through and then an attempt. On the other hand, we must have done it a month ago, because Steph was having killer cramps and only danced it once.
It was probably best that Claire took it slowly. Mortenwell Hill is a ranted dance, as opposed to a skipping dance, and that means lots of bouncing. My stomach started lurching. We ran through the first few figures, and my stomach tried to join in at Star.
Not good. But I thought I'd just struggle on until the end of the run-through. Unfortunately my stomach had other ideas, and halfway through Diamond I almost lost my footing and my lunch in one go. I finished the figure, but Steph sent me off after that. She said I'd gone all white.
I spent the rest of the rehearsal (that we stayed for) carefully lying on the ground. Any attempt to sit up was misguided. All my muscles felt like they'd been replaced by bits of string. We made it home, though. We left after Steph finished Mortenwell Hill, and I managed to drive us home with no accidents at all (Steph still doesn't have her Ps).
So that's where I am today. I have an interview at 1pm I was going to go to, right up until just then, because I also have to go to Brunswick St and try to get a hat for our party this Sunday. I was feeling guilty about doing that and not the interview, but right now I'm feeling worse than I was before. Dizzy, ill ... I'm sure I won't make a good first impression if I retch halfway through (my body's incompetant at actually throwing up, for good or ill).
Truth to tell, I'm not really feeling up to a bus ride to the station, train ride in, and a tram ride out, then some wandering up and down Brunswick St. And I don't want to drive again (last night was a scary, scary experience). What I need is a local friend who has a car and is kindly enough disposed to drive me there. It's a shame that I'm the one with the car in our group of friends. Sigh. Guess I'd better shower, dress, and go.
What sort of illness is this, anyway? Dizziness, muscle weakness, nausea ... that's not a diagnosis, those are secondary symptoms. Bah. Bollocks to this. And yes, babe. I'm drinking lots of water today.
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