More lockdown tidbits… (Blog 196)

I know this sounds a little bit unbelievable, but I seem to have damaged my ears from riding my bike too much, as the wind going passed me was too loud. I’m sure many people will say I’m imagining it, but it feels pretty real to me. Whether there is a physical problem with me, or a strange mental illness has spread to my ears, I don’t know. I’ve been testing my hearing by listening to the same few seconds of a song on Youtube, to see (well hear) if I’m getting better. If the poster of the video checks out his analytics, I’m sure he’ll be very confused as to why some guy in England is obsessed with the intro of the song so much and doesn’t like the rest which is just as good, but I guess that’s funny. Whereas before I could listen to bands such as Years And Years for years and years with clarity, I worry I won’t be able to properly listen to Years And Years for years and years. (Until there is a cure for hearing loss, that is). Sorry about that, I just had to get that play on words out there. As I said before my hearing has got better in the past, so fingers crossed.

Here’s a thought that has REALLY been plaguing my mind. Why is it that when I fall asleep upstairs on my bed, I need to get up and go to pee a few hours later? (‘But ALL people sleep on beds! Why mention that?’ - Well, let me finish). And why is it when I sleep downstairs on some cushions, I don’t need to get up and go pee pee? (See I don’t ALWAYS sleep on beds. How interesting). Are there any scientists out there who can help me? Could I be onto some magical treatment for poor bladder control? Could the cure be to wear cushions on your body and under your shirt/jumper? It wouldn’t be fashionable, sure, but it would be convenient. ‘Hang on… Why do you sleep downstairs on the hard floor and in mild pain?’ Well, it’s colder downstairs and I hate the heat. Plus I don’t have to risk infection the way I would if I opened my windows whilst snoozing. (I think). And if I got an infection in these times, I’d have to self-isolate for 14 days. Not fun. On a similar note, because of the medication I’m on, I need to sleep longer than usual. Apparently if you sleep ten hours or more you have a condition called ‘hypersomnia’. I try to sleep no more than nine hours and 59 minutes, which is technically fine.

On Youtube, I’ve been watching a channel called BadlandsChugs where some guy drinks a LOT in just a few seconds. Someone needs to tell him how dangerous that is. I would myself, but I’d only get comments saying ‘this moron thinks drinking can kill you!’ (Which it can). Or ‘this imbecile thinks water is bad for you.’ Again, yes it can be. He has loads of followers too, so you wonder how many people copy him. It really is a disaster waiting to happen, so I’ll say it here without the risk of troll attacks (hopefully): Don’t binge on drinks! I’m being serious! Something else I’ve been watching on Youtube is a channel about schizophrenia. The presenter was explaining that schizoaffective disorder is basically schizophrenia with bipolar or depressive features. I was thinking to myself ‘who the hell with schizophrenia isn’t depressed??’ It would be like ‘sure I hear voices in my head that are threatening me and I think everyone is after me, and that’s fine!’ It’s a lot harder to imagine a schizophrenic who is absolutely ecstatic. But apparently schizoaffective disorder is a legit diagnosis that gets used.

I also saw on the video sharing site some guy making a lego model made of a series of cogs, and the cog at the end or whatever only spins round a google years. I really do pity the autistic people out there who have to see clock hands completing a whole turn and if they don’t they get really anxious. (Does that happen? Something similar does at least, I think). Imagine giving a poor autistic individual a device that will NEVER spin round. A whole life ruined. On a similarly dark note, a while ago one of my Facebook friends in America said there was a riot scheduled in a place where he lived. After Googling his home town, I couldn’t find any news of the disturbance, making me suspect he was the one who was going to do the rioting, in a badly kept secret. That was the only explanation I could think of anyway. But apparently my friend still hasn’t been arrested (unless he’s living some kind of complex double life) so I’m sure he’s 100% law abiding. Ok! Four paragraphs in a time where nothing happens. Not bad I guess. Maybe offensive at times to people who don’t deserve it, but hey. Bye!