July 18, 2009
Being ill sends me into another dimension, time slows down and then picks up the pace madly, stretches like a chewing gum and bounces like a banjee. A long walk from the GPs in a desolate part of town seems to take minutes, but the wait in the hot car for my man takes centuries. Falling asleep until the world has recalibrated itself seems the best option, and I do. Everyone keeps asking if I have swine flu – I don't know, it's not been mentioned! If that's it, then bring it on, I've had menstruations that were worse than this!