Oct 27, 2007 01:30
This week has felt like a very, very long journey. Looking back over it from where I am now (wrapped in a blanket and surrounded by paint, envelopes, scissors and paper) nothing much has happened apart from being knocked out by a virus. On Sunday night I was staring at my hand in bed, watching it as I hallucinated. My hand was suddenly the size of a plate and I tried to text people to tell them about it but the phone looked so small in my huge hand I gave up.
Today I ate for the first time in what seems like ages, and walked around the house like a dizzy queen in a white dressing gown. Every time I move my head the room spins slightly, but I'm feeling pretty good. I've successfully covered my cream bedroom carpet with arts and crafts paraphernalia. It feels like exercising my metaphysical muscles after a week of being in bed and lying on the sofa watching TV. (TV is worse than I remembered.)
My mum was talking to some people about me today. They work at a museum and want to do a project involving young people and getting them to set up their own exhibits in museums in Sheffield, Leeds, Doncaster and so on. My mum volunteered me and I might be helping to organise it and creating works for the displays. It's making me grin as I write because I can't imagine what I could do, but it's exciting!
The end :)