The weekend passes and I go skating for the first time since the meds switch. I'm dizzy. I fall over a lot! I'm also burning up and go through some drills without my helmet - at my own risk!
Arrive late and stressed and angry. Do my warm up and stretches without being able to really bring myself to speak to anyone.
As my mood relaxes I can say hello to people one by one later.
Despite the weirdness I'm still experiencing, I have an almighty urge to skate very VERY fast and feel like I'm tearing up the track doing endurance. I also feel FULL of energy and want to bounce and hop and not stay still. I feel proper alive again!
We practice offence/defense. It's brilliant, I'm in the zone! I'm getting in the passes as jammer and really having fun for the first time in what feels like ages. At last!
Next thing I realise is there's a couple of bangs and I'm on the floor clutching my head. I fell and bounced my head off the floor quite hard. Just what I need - a head injury! Great! My brain is having enough problems without being physically beaten up too!
My lovely derby wife takes me home and hands me over to Mikey in a state of confusion.
We have to discuss wether to go to hospital or not. I have worrying symptoms. I want to go to sleep and the lights are all too bright but can't decide if its symptoms or side effects and if I'd experience this anyway without the bang on the head.
Anyway just to be sure, get checked over in the LOUDEST A&E department ever. Great for the whopper of a headache I have! There's a plasma screen on the wall showing the afternoon Bond movie with a shootout scene in full swing and it seems that at least 2 chav families have brought all their kids down to watch it as they prob can't afford proper cinema! Eeesh!
Anyway, given the all clear by a very tall, slightly pissed off and apathetic doctor and sent home to finally take painkillers and have my nap. Right as rain after that.
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