Hyperreal

Just back from JJ’s. Only went along for the freestyle as I’m feeling pretty awful, but needed to get out of the house where I was also feeling miserable.

I’ve had a problem with my right eye for a week or so now, and it hasn’t been getting any better. It’s bloodshot, sensitive to the light and generally sore. Despite two opticians and two doctors (one an eye specialist) looking at it from Thursday through to Monday, I only got a firm diagnosis today from a second specialist. (The non-specialist gave a better diagnosis than the first specialist.)

So I’ve now got a load of drops that I have to put in my eye at regular, but varying intervals for the next four to five weeks. And if I get it wrong all sorts of bad things can happen. Blindness is not even the worse thing.

This didn’t put me in a great mood for dancing.

OK, maybe I’m exaggerating the problem, the doctor told me I’ll be fine, but until I see my eye actually getting better I don’t think I’ll not be worried about it and the possible consequences.

So I was in two minds about going dancing… I was sitting here feeling physically ill but wanting to dance! In the end I figured if I was having a bad time dancing, at least I’d have friends around that I could chat to between dances. And there was always the chance I might actually enjoy myself. Staying at home this wasn’t going to happen.

I went dancing!

When I got there the intermediate class was just finishing up and I got a surprise – I’d never realised it’s cheaper if you don’t come for the class. Not that I plan to make a habit of this, but it’s nice to know…

I’d decided not to dance to any fast track, allowing myself the slower ones. This is pretty much the opposite of my typical behaviour (well, not really, but it’s the opposite of a caricature of my behaviour.) But the music was really good, with lots of cool up-tempo tunes I wanted to dance to but decided I had better not.

When I did dance, I didn’t start very well – not only because I wasn’t feeling my best, but I hadn’t danced in a week and hadn’t had the class to warm up with. But all through the hour and a bit, I was never at my best. I think my lead was much weaker and indistinct than normal, which led to a few problems. That said, I got to practice a few moves I’d learnt at Pitlochry, and put a few big smiles on some girls’ faces, so I guess I didn’t do too bad.

There’s the GUU class tomorrow, Salsa on Thursday and the Glasgow monthly party on Saturday. I’d like to go to all of them, but I think I may have to knock the GUU on the head, give myself and my body a rest and then just hope that I’ll be a bit better for this weekend, and fit enough to go to the Beach Ballroom event in Aberdeen next weekend.

Thanks to all the understanding ladies who would still dance with me – I hope I’m up to strength again soon.

Bye….