Riding the “Hyper Highway”…
Last Saturday I posted my suspicions that I am suffering from Hyperthyroidism …
Well, I have to tell you, I am still living in this bizarre zone, where I’m not quite myself, and aware of it… in my mind it’s fine if you’re cooked in the head and unaware, but when you’re cooked in the head and aware of it … problem! I have affectionately called my condition “riding the hyper highway”.
Prime example tonight … I spent the afternoon at the food and wine show, which was too much of fun 🙂 but as I was walking out, not watching where I was going, I twisted my ankle on an uneven paving stone … I didn’t think it was that bad, recovered from the stumble, didn’t fall, etc. and went home, got showered and changed and headed to Green Mango for sushi with Bond Girl and her man. Sushi was wonderful, bla, bla. bla… I forgot to put half my jewelery on, but at least this time I remembered moisturiser and deodorant! I kid you not people, I need a check list to pee right at the moment!
Off we go to Clapham, in separate cars, same as we went to Green Mango…
About 2 hours into dancing on the dance floor, I start realising, eish, my ankle is a bit tender, of course I am wearing the dominatrix/stripper shoes, which have like 200 inch heals which doesn’t help … long story short, it deteriorates to the point where I’m hop-along-cassidy at Clapham, not fun! So I go find Bond Girl, say my goodbyes, and head outside to hail a taxi …
I go all the way home, and realise, holy moly, WTF, my car is at Clapham! Sigh! Taxi back to Clapham and drove home!
And I am sober as a judge, not jober as a sudge, if you know what I mean!
Ay yay yay yay yay! Got to go have those blood tests soon!
The Food and Wine Show was so much fun, I was literally there for like 4 or 5 hours or something and could have stayed longer! Dragged dreamer along, just as well because The Vegetarian and The Late One were like 3 hours late … at first it was a bit boring, but then we got so into it, Dreamer didn’t want to leave! Dreamer, being Dreamer, found the Burchells Cider stand, where you could buy a cider for R10 and get a 5 chip buy in for Black Jack or Roulette. And simple and easy to please as he is, that was him hooked! He was due to be at a 21st with a girl friend at 6pm and we were still gambling at 6pm, eventually I shoved the parking ticket in his hand, told him to move his ass and to make sure he didn’t blame me for his tardiness 🙂 I bought about a gazillion bottles of fantabulous pesto, 3 packs of cherry marinaded ribs, and a bottle of red! Lunch tomorrow is going to be superb…
IF I remember to turn the braai on, buy garlic bread and make a salad …
At this rate, I’m not too hopeful!
Yours on the hyper highway …
Chanteuse