Woke up this morning from a dream, just in time to hear my right ear pop, and crackle, and clear.
It was wonderful! I could hear! I could hear evvverything. My excitement soared up from the base of my stomach, rushed up my spine, hit me in the brain and -
I woke up. Still deaf in that ear.
Goddamnsonofabitch'n'bastard...
The cheapest Hollywood cliche of "It was just a dream"...here in Wales, with every expense spared.
Still not dizzy this morning, which of course is something to be thankful for, and still not queasy....just deaf. Seems to me more than enough time for this wretched thing to sod right off...no?
On the other hand of course - I'm no longer dizzy or queasy. There's an argument there that says "Right...so get back on your bike, ya lazy git!"
And I probably would, except I'm leaving in a couple of hours for London, then Ipswich. Staying with Wendy and Maria for a couple of night, to get a job intrview under my belt. Have made a solemn promise to d (and, it has to be said, a pinky-paw promise to The Cuddle), that once this is over, I won't need to go away again for...at least a week.
By which point, please gods, I'll be exercising properly again, and no longer deaf!
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