Another sleepless night inched by. I swear I was aware of every single second. My eyes are red and my face is puffy with tiredness. During the hours I lay awake, I fought a waterfall of tears. It was like having a geyser in my head. As I glimpsed myself in the bathroom mirror on my way to the kitchen for a strong coffee, I grimaced at my reflection. Right, major beauty fixing products application required.
Half an hour later I looked at myself again and decided I had done some serious repairs. Now I looked like I was hung over or alternately had a migraine. Next a tough no-nonsense pantsuit and I would do. I got that far, and straightened my hair. And then boy was I ever sick.
So I called my boss and told him I wouldn’t be in, rescheduled my appointments and phoned for a doctor’s appointment. I took off the suit and put it way, and hauled on some casual clothes. Great. Just what I need.
I wandered up and saw the doctor, and came away with a script to settle my insides and a referral to a skin specialist for a lesion on my leg – just to make sure it isn’t melanoma. Isn’t it interesting the things which flash through your minds when a doctor says things like that, especially since that thing has been on my calf for some time. It would be good to have it checked out.
Home I came – restlessly I threw on my runners and went for a walk, iPod running my walking music, lost in the music and the lyrics, and the pacing of my feet. So now I am waiting for a callback from the specialist telling me when the appointment will be and I have today and tomorrow home sick.