Monday, November 17, 2014


I had been trying to shake off a bad cold for 2 weeks when it happened.

The world started spinning, literally spinning in front of my eyes. The sensation was so intense i staggered to the bathroom and vomited. It didn't actually make me feel any better though. I was scared. What was happening?

Then my eyes did this crazy thing where it beat from left to right, left to right, left to right against my will. So i closed my eyes and laid there on the floor wondering if i was having a stroke (of course i wasn't).

And as i laid there with my eyes shut and the world spinning crazily in my head, i vowed to myself i will never ever again casually dismiss a patient when they complain of vertigo. Because now that I've experienced it myself and found out how distressing it was, i wouldn't think of it as 'just' vertigo anymore.

Anyway, the sensation passed after a good long snooze on my living room floor.

I'm grand now.

Friday, November 7, 2014


As if he knows my love for the written word, he starts reciting a beautiful poem.
It tells of his feelings, how much he misses me, that I fill his dreams and subconscious.
And at the end of the poem, he holds me in his embrace. Finally. Together.

It was sweet, and eloquent. It was out of the blue.

Whose it is? I ask.

"Timis," he says.

"He's my favorite poet."

I start to melt a little. Handsome and a Romantic. I've really hit the jackpot.

"............  my favorite poet since 5 minutes ago," he continues without blinking.
"I just Googled it."
Oh, u should trust men to always give such a anticlimactic answer. (+____+')