Whirligig

This blog is so very specific to me and my concerns that nobody much reads it at all. It's a proper little secret corner of the internet. And now I have this mad urge to go wild and run all over the blog, whirling and shouting and taking my clothes off, shouting out obscenities and chucking custard at the walls. Just cos nobody would notice if I did.

This morning, still feeling nauseous and worried about how it would affect Important Project, I played loud music and danced around the kitchen. I remembered something me and the hypnotist discovered: That nausea has a buzziness about it that, if you concentrate really hard, you can just about convince yourself represents some kind of druggy high - instead of sheer fork-in-brain hell.

That's why I danced. To pretend to myself that, far from being nauseous, I was just off my head. And it worked! The faster I whirled, the better I felt. I spun round in circles, I jumped up and down, I wheeled back and forth between kitchen and hallway, my eyes closed, my hips swaying, and remembering a memory of a disco I went to when I was fifteen years old.

It was great. Can the cure for nausea really be that simple? Am I going to spend nine months spinning madly about the kitchen?

Doesn't sound so bad really, does it?