Sod’s law, and all that . . . I got up on Sunday, packed my bags for Stirling, then started to feel a bit peculiar. This ‘feeling peculiar’ rapidly escalated into the unmistakable signs of a migraine. (I had been lead to believe that one of the fringe benefits of my recent heart procedure was to reduce the incidence of migraine . . perhaps not immediately?) As some of the symptoms of migraine are quite similar to those of having a stroke, this particular migraine was a terrifying experience for both Tom and myself. But it was just a migraine. . . and I am fine. Anyone who suffers from these things will know how totally wiped out you feel afterward. . . you get the picture. . . needless to say, I am not on my jollies in Stirling, but at home, with my knitting, and Chiang Yee’s Silent Traveller in Edinburgh (thanks for the recommendation, Dancing Beastie). Probably the only bonus of this sad state of affairs is that, if I can manage it, I will get to take Bruce for his first proper outdoor walk tomorrow. Yes, the wee man has finally attained full immunity after his injections!! And not before time – he’s getting too damn big for Tom to keep carrying him around the park. . .
. . . and though I’ve already missed out on lots of fun with my knitting buddies, come rain, shine, or migraine, I will join them in Stirling at the weekend.
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