Talk shit, get tonsilitis.

This week has been… Explosive. Progress is progressing.

Wednesday was magic – First, I got a parcel; A present from an internet friend, containing a bottle of Black Phoenix Alchemy’s St Germain. which is honestly a smell that I could smell forever. Then, this quarter’s edition of Open House, which prompted me to phone the riding school and start talking about getting my Direct Access lessons booked (Anyone that wants to help, by the way, can chip in at – There’s currently no reward options up other than the really high-level one, but if I start feeling any better, I might ad the lower tiers back in and retroactively send people presents).


And then, I got a phone call, completely out of the blue, from Stanmore. I’ve got an appointment there, next Wednesday, at 15.30. Cue about twenty minutes of vacillation, before booking trains to get there and back on the same day, vaguely arranging to meet a friend in London whilst I’m there, even if not for long.


And then Friday – I went up to the riding school to try out the available bikes for the direct access – The answer was a Suzuki 650 Gladius, with the seat as low as it could be lowered, and the hand controls reined in as far as they could be reined. Other than managing to be sick out of my nose on a stationary motorbike (I was carsick from having arrived an hour earlier in an actual car, then drank black tea on an empty stomach, in a warm room…) and thus managing possibly the worst travelsickness anyone has ever managed, it was a success – I was happy and comfortable on the bike, M was happy to see me again (Not tearing his hair out) – and generally the family atmosphere of the school seems to extend to the students, even really remedial ones. So, we’re going to book my Mod 1 for the end of May, and go from there.


And, well, after having thrown up, dislodging a tonsilolith the size of the end of my thumb, I seem to now have tonsilitis. My head has been absolutely killing for two days, both tonsils are really inflamed and leaking grey pus, along with copious stones, and I can’t eat anything more solid than thoroughly blended cream soups.


But, overall, I think this is good progress.


And, hey, it’s EDS Awareness month. Beware, zebras.


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