Thoughts

Yesterday afternoon I had another "episode", luckily not as bad as 10 days earlier.
This morning I went to my GP (miraculously there was an appointment available at 9:30 am when I checked yesterday) and he said that it is probably Ménière’s disease.

I need to see an ENT specialist, and I'm waiting to see if the private medical insurance we have through work is going to cover it; if not, it's the NHS and a few months' wait.

When these attacks happen I feel so unwell that I tell Adrian that if it wasn't for him, I'd just be happy to die. I know it may sound like a monstrous and exaggerated thing to think but that's how I feel in those moments. Good job that there isn't just a button to press to 'shut down'.

Death has been on my mind this week.
On Saturday, a neighbour - two doors down from us - died of cancer at the local hospice.  We were not close but we would occasionally chat and she did a lot for the residents' association. I said 'chat' but it was more really a case of being 'talked at' as she didn't really listen much, but I guess I didn't really mind that: after all, we are all different.
I was pleasantly suprised by the reaction at the news of her passing: she is remembered with gratitude and even affection by many neighbours, and that somehow alleviates my sadness at the thought of yet another life gone and soon forgotten.

Today I skipped the gym and went to collect some US$ for our upcoming trip.
I'm always amazed at how quickly things change in London. I hadn't been down some of those streets behing Regent Street for a while and it all looks rather different: new shops, new restaurants and even new buildings.Mind you, not that I quite remember what was there before!

I think I need a holiday and some sunshine.... in the meantime, perhaps naked yoga in a couple of hours' time will cheer me up! No sun but some mooning! LOL!