Parts of yesterday afternoon I can only describe as "tweaky". This will make sense to some of you and not others. Everything felt quite bright and in sharp relief. I felt that my system was starting the process of clearing itself out. I am still apprehensive but hopeful. I guess I felt a sort of intermittent high, which is common when toxins begin to shift. Maybe the sugar is leaving the system now, I don't know how long this takes so I will find out. I certainly felt energised and found myself skipping across fields. When you know the sea is the other side it helps. Wild camping however was curtailed as my partner was ravaged by a hideously painful ear infection. Our attempts to get to woodland turn into fantasies of pina coladas by a pool somewhere and it becomes apparent that we need easier lodgings than a forest floor. We are both well warmed by the day and fading fast.
We divert to Totnes and I trot around in the hot July night looking for a cool room for the night for us. It proves challenging. Its summer and everywhere is full. The situation is starting to feel biblical and I resist asking if there is a manger free. The situation comes to a head when, lost, I ask a man on a mobility scooter for directions and he proclaims undying love and starts to chase me. I pick up the pace to a fast walk and like some classic zombie film I outwalk him. The road is mercifully on a hill. But its still bastard hot and I curse roundly. I retrieve Simon from the car and steer him up the road into an Indian to re-fuel and bask in the air con. I guess that biryiani is okay and maybe other things but the heat is making me dopey too and I care far more about Simon's state than my sugar intake. I give him my order. With the mother of all ear pain whitening his face and deadening his expression I am even more concerned and dash off using more energy reserves to find a room. Several door knocks later I score. The food goes down okay, its not a tour de force fro my guts and I wonder if there us silent sugar lurking. The situation is an unplanned emergency stop, so I don't beat myself with a stick, yet silently curse the ridiculousness of sugar in main meals everywhere. Chefs across the land may disagree and state that it is a necessary flavouring ingredient. I will research this too. Right now I just feel like a gambler with bad odds.
Back at our room I slug the tea and watch Simon sleep. I still don't know what is in it, but in the days when I took ecstasy it was the same story so I am not overly concerned. The tinctures follow like whisky chasers.
Day three has been a steadier one. I abandoned the baked beans in my breakfast, they had got amongst the egg, but the rest seemed safe and Simon didn't need to go to the emergency room at 3am so that was a huge bonus. Again its the best I can do for today. Another mediterranean style lunch and some river swimming and life's good. Apparently my shrieks of "cake!" and "chocolate!" have much reduced today and it feels like the cravings have eased a bit. The orchestral manoeuvres in my stomach seem to have abated within these first three days which is exciting but I will await for future developments. I don't want to get too excited just yet.
We divert to Totnes and I trot around in the hot July night looking for a cool room for the night for us. It proves challenging. Its summer and everywhere is full. The situation is starting to feel biblical and I resist asking if there is a manger free. The situation comes to a head when, lost, I ask a man on a mobility scooter for directions and he proclaims undying love and starts to chase me. I pick up the pace to a fast walk and like some classic zombie film I outwalk him. The road is mercifully on a hill. But its still bastard hot and I curse roundly. I retrieve Simon from the car and steer him up the road into an Indian to re-fuel and bask in the air con. I guess that biryiani is okay and maybe other things but the heat is making me dopey too and I care far more about Simon's state than my sugar intake. I give him my order. With the mother of all ear pain whitening his face and deadening his expression I am even more concerned and dash off using more energy reserves to find a room. Several door knocks later I score. The food goes down okay, its not a tour de force fro my guts and I wonder if there us silent sugar lurking. The situation is an unplanned emergency stop, so I don't beat myself with a stick, yet silently curse the ridiculousness of sugar in main meals everywhere. Chefs across the land may disagree and state that it is a necessary flavouring ingredient. I will research this too. Right now I just feel like a gambler with bad odds.
Back at our room I slug the tea and watch Simon sleep. I still don't know what is in it, but in the days when I took ecstasy it was the same story so I am not overly concerned. The tinctures follow like whisky chasers.
Day three has been a steadier one. I abandoned the baked beans in my breakfast, they had got amongst the egg, but the rest seemed safe and Simon didn't need to go to the emergency room at 3am so that was a huge bonus. Again its the best I can do for today. Another mediterranean style lunch and some river swimming and life's good. Apparently my shrieks of "cake!" and "chocolate!" have much reduced today and it feels like the cravings have eased a bit. The orchestral manoeuvres in my stomach seem to have abated within these first three days which is exciting but I will await for future developments. I don't want to get too excited just yet.
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