I had a very nice few days in Croatia – great food, great company, great scenery. And then I sprained my foot.
Not waterskiing or climbing or demonstrating Drunken Master style but by falling off a very low step. Oh the ignominy.
My foot swelled to twice its normal size, turned black and became very VERY painful. Fortunately this was near the end of the trip so I pottered around and took Ibuprofen and then flew home.
As I travelled home I started to feel odder and odder – feverish, faint …
I got home and collapsed into bed as delirium took hold.
As we all know, when we are ill our energy levels drop so our brain moves slower and we feel dumber – the dimmer switch on our IQ is turned down.
Delirium is similar but while the consciousness is dialled down suddenly random parts of our mind suddenly fire vividly into life!
I found myself not drunk texting but delirious texting. I sent weird texts to a number of friends – some channelling my 16 year old self, some announcing great revelations about the nature of the universe and at least one in Finnish – a language I do not speak. I can only apologise to the recipients and hang my head in shame.
The interesting thing about this for me though is the connection between energy levels, consciousness and sanity. I agree with Sartre, consciousness is always consciousness of something. It is like the old art of plate spinning – we can keep so many plates spinning but there comes a point when it all comes crashing down.
I wonder what that means for our time poor, attention demanding lifestyle?