I’m currently in stage 2 of the NHS (National Health Service) programme called ‘IAF’. This of course acronymises (and paraphrases) the popular phrase or saying ‘if at first you don’t succeed try, try again’…
Trial and error being a well used medical technique bound by all the major laws of science. Having made no difference to my brain weevils (apart from possibly making them slightly irritated) the syphilis/malaria treatment has been shelved in favour of good old fashioned antibiotics, given in a dose that would render an entire aisle of cholesterol busting, probiotic, prebiotic, acidus bifidus riddled yoghurts completely inert. So far the results have been vaguely encouraging with a window of several hours this morning when my cranium didn’t feel like it was erupting.
So I applaud the wizards of modern medicine and their ginormous elephant-sized pills. If it wasn’t for some disturbingly loose side effects I’d jump for joy.
I didn’t surf today. Not much surf in Eastbourne. Ever.