I’m going into hospital next week for two weeks. Nothing serious, just observation to see where this epilepsy is coming from and check meds and stuff. I think I’ll be hooked up to a bunch of wires on my head and chest, and essentially be bed-ridden.
Rather than take this as a setback and a complete loss of valuable time, I am trying to see the positive in it, after all, there must be some somewhere. The pile of books to read is already prepared: Oliver Twist, Lustrum and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, although this could change. That’s a fairly passive use of my time though; I’m looking for something creative to do, and am open to suggestions. My top fantasy at the moment (apart from reliving my lousy football career) is to write a novel, and this would be a good time to start getting some ideas down on paper (so to speak).
I have many short, witty anecdotes in mind, but no coherent thread – a bit like my life in fact. Maybe a story about an Englishman in France who develops a medical condition and…nah, it’s probably been done before.
