Imagine a day that was planned to be nice and relaxing, but replaced by angst and illness. That happened to me yesterday on a trip to Yorkshire. Unfortunately, i'm still shaken up by the events, and i'm having to explain what happened in reverse.
The end was when I felt myself hit the cold tiled floor. I had tried to buy medical supplies in Tesco St Stephens when suddenly I collapsed on the floor. I was dizzy when I got up and even now i'm still feeling unwell. According to people nearby, I was sweating and my eyes rolling. Thankfully Mum and Dad arrived to take me home. Where I stayed in bed until just now when I got up, made coffee, and am writing this out.
Before that, I found myself feeling horribly lost as I tried to get back home. Oddly I was on the right trains back, and all of them were awful. Utter wrecks, with uncomfy seats and zero suspension. Hull and Doncaster stations felt completely alien as I staggered between platforms.
The day wasn't too bad. I toured art galleries in Leeds and Wakefield, which was really fun. However, I was unable to get anything to eat all day, as my travelling buddy was determined to keep going. By the time we were halfway between Wakefield and Doncaster, even my iPhone looked like a tasty snack. I held back though, as I was taking advantage of East Coast's free onboard wi-fi. And of course, the switch at Doncaster was so fast I didn't even have time to go buy a muffin.
On the way to Leeds, I had to keep changing seats. It didn't help I was in a lot of stomach pain after a particularly bad bowl of cornflakes (with more salt than corn). Plus I was asked by an old lady (Well, demanded) to lift her bag out the train. I refused as I seriously was lacking in strength.
Before that, of course I was at home rushing to get ready, hopeful of the day's events. Now, I doubt i'll be travelling for a while, and have solidified my opinion alongside Jeremy Clarkson that trains are a victorian relic, and the car is the vehicle of the future.
As a side thought, my Vistabook is broken. So i'm having to wait to see if the company will repair it under warranty. Which has brought Project Rush to a halt again...
(Note: Title is a play on the ACDC song "Highway to Hell". Only riding to hell on a highway/motorway is more enjoyable than yesterday)
7 years, 6 months ago
07 Aug 2011 14:00 CEST