No more dribbling AND a longer day! (Blog 478)

Turns out I didn’t need to visit my local hospital to get prescribed dribbling medication in the end, as my doctor sorted it all out for me. Great guy. How did I find that out? I got a voice message on my mobile that I could have very easily missed! Long term readers will know how lucky me getting the message on time was as I think mobiles are the work of the devil and for that reason, shouldn’t usually be checked more than twice a day. Don’t give Satan attention. In the message, I was told to pick up my prescription. The message called me kind! Being called kind and gentleman in the same day? Brilliant. By chance I saw the doc as I arrived to pick up my document allowing me to get the meds and he called me kind again!! Full of beans, I went to the local chemist in the town but they said they didn’t have my anti-dribblers. Not to worry, I could get some in my home town instead. Filled with optimism, I opened my car door to go home. Or at least I tried. For whatever reason my key wouldn’t fit anymore! I must have broken my car door! For about two minutes I tried ramming my key into the lock but it wasn’t working! I know, the other door, I could open that! No! That didn’t work either. Then I realised… it wasn’t my car. In my defence it was the same shape and colour and was a metre away from mine. Hopefully that wasn’t recorded.

On the plus side I DID get hold of my pills in the end. Yep, very near to where I live which is lucky. After being told they could ‘make me suffer’ in my first meeting with the doc, I was rather anxious taking them for the first time just before going to bed, obviously. Not only that, after looking at the leaflet that came with the so called treatment earlier on, it said it was for travel sickness AND shouldn’t be taken with antipsychotics. Was I even given the right prescription?? I phoned up the health centre for the final time at 4pm or so and was told I should be fine, but everyone makes mistakes, right? Maybe everything would go to hell. So how did my first sleep on the stuff go? Best snooze I’ve had in years. Paradoxically, I didn’t have to get up to pee as I almost always do, you’d think if I drooled more I’d need to pee less often. I must have had the best snooze in years because the meds made me drowsy, right? Nope, I got out of bed as easily as ever and at the same time. These tablets are almost too good to be true! A special thumbs up for travel sickness treatments and their multiple uses, I really do mean that.

Let’s not be too optimistic though as I still need around 10 hours of sleep every day whereas most need 8. That meant whilst I should have got an extra hour of daytime on Sunday when the clocks went back, I would actually be getting one hour less than normal. Not very much to get excited about, right? Even so, I appreciated the thought of an extra hour. I ended up getting out of bed a few minutes later than usual as my alarm clock rebelled against me and didn’t go off, but I was philosophical and thought to myself ‘on that rare, one day of the year, it didn’t really matter as I had plenty of time!’ Especially as I had no real plans for the day other to chill out for a bit, blog about that, and when that’s done, make the most of the wonderful ‘day of rest’. That’s a euphemism for the dullest day of the week, but one boring day a week is perfectly fine. I’ll tell you what I do like on that day, the feeling of having super beefed-up legs after all the week’s gyming. I get the feeling that if I wanted to, I could kick someone really, really hard. As I type the following, still on a Sunday, my plans are to go for a walk later on as per usual, play some guitar and watch TV. After a few hours or so of that, I will come to the conclusion the day of rest isn’t the day of best. :P In fact I hate it. No, only joking.

Now what to say? Oh yes, apologies for the all over the place writing, but I started Sunday with some Chinese takeaway leftovers, then I went shopping with my dad to get some more food. The day of rest and fuelling my beefed up legs. It may not be socially acceptable to kick others out of curiosity, but I guess I can see how fast I can run, why not try that? Oh yes, because I’d look shifty again. I’ve been accused of trying to break into my own car at least twice, I may be accused of trying to break into another car, I’ll have to wait and see, people would just be like ‘what have you done, now? He probably can’t be bothered to run long distances and shops are nearby. He must have robbed a local shop.’ I’m not all about food, you know? There’s still time to go to Thorpe Park and fingers crossed someone will take pity on me. I realise it will be difficult persuading others it’s fun activity for people in their mid 30s, but I mean come on, accelerating from 0 to 80 mph in two seconds? Google says that’s a little over 4 g force! That means I’d briefly weigh about 240 kg! Weighing that much would surely cause some very serious health problems, I suppose for a brief period I could have diabetes and high blood pressure. After that though, I should be fine.

I don’t have to listen to music as I write, you know? Let’s put on a prison documentary on Youtube as I eat prawn crackers, too. I’m watching the HISTORY of a prison? No that won’t do, I really was hoping for footage of jail riots and interviews with lunatics. Let’s watch something else. Ah a five minute death row documentary, that will have to do. The problem is I’ve watched most similar videos before. Wait a minute… prison is an ordeal. An or deal… an oar deal! There’s a punchline for a joke! Here goes: Why was the selling of the paddle troublesome? It was an oar deal! There’s a joke about ore too, but it’s pretty much identical. Oh let’s put music back on. Nope, I haven’t written anything in a while because I’ve been listening to my CDs instead. It’s disappointing when you buy music that isn’t very good, right? No no, such music is far less distracting than really good music which is why every CD in my collection is valued. My tip: If you want to work on something but not in silence, put on music that kind of sucks at least a little bit.

NOW what to say? I guess criminal charges are still on my mind. After apparently trying to break into a car on Friday, I accidentally went 33 mph in a 30 mph zone with speed cameras, and later ran over a curb in my car. Not a crime, but it did add insult to injury. That’s what stress does to me. As always, at least it gives me stuff to write about, though. Now I’ve calmed down a little I’ve just been staring at the floor for the last half an hour or so. I just want to finish this paragraph and that should be the blog over. Hmmm… Hang on… power graph… Why was the amazing pie chart a collection of sentences? It was a power graph. Yeah, not bad! More carpet staring follows. Let’s try and come up with another joke… Green carpet… blue carpet… tar pet… bar pet… bar pet car pet… See it doesn’t always work. Pet is brown, carpet in the bar debt is down. See, it’s a fine line between a joke and early onset dementia. Screw it, that’ll do. Now to proofread the preceding! Bye!