Today, I have been fairly sensible. I didn't deliver my report through the medium of creative dance, although a few would have got the joke! I got onto thinking about noise while we were there, and how much the ear takes in despite other noises. I have exceptionally sensitive hearing and struggled to filter out lots of background chatter to listen. Then when it was my turn to speak, it was almost impossible to concentrate on speaking while others were making noises and talking at the back. Fibromyalgia is a weird thing, one minute you can speak and hear like a perfectly normal human being, until these hypersensitive moments occur, and suddenly you can't physically speak due to some random noise. Repetitive noises are the worst, things that sort of invade the brain and put your thoughts in a rut they can't get out of. It renders the most alert brain unable to multi task (this is where a fiesty attitude and a bit of shouting can come in handy!). Still, I managed which is the important thing. I also found another luxury: quiet...:-)
'My sentence is loaded, a conversation gets louder behind me, a chair scrapes. My sentence is loaded, but it won't fire. I don't know the words in it, can't even see it's shape or feel it's sounds....it's loaded, but it won't fire.'
'Chilled air in the car, reflecting the icy flow of the Avon by the roadside...then the faint tinge of spice fills my nose, subtle blends of paprika and nutmeg... the Bart Spices vuilding on my left...'