Failure to Launch.

 So I was supposed to be on the 11:24 to St. Pancras, en route back North to see my folks. In fact I was sound asleep, having decided about 9:30 that the fact the room was spinning around me as I was lying in the bath really didn't augur well for a five hour train journey. In fact it was auguring for a practical and public demonstration of one of the messier forms of gyromancy.

So back to bed I went and slept through to 5:30. I'm hoping it's just the first sinus bug of winter, as those I get regularly and can deal with (ones that mess with my inner-ear are fortunately less common), though the screaming neckache was new. Hopefully that was just my body trying to splint my head in one place and limit nauseating inputs to the inner ear, but the combination of headache, nausea and a stiff neck did have me hurriedly checking for any rashes... (None found, so probably safe to say it's not meningitis).

The room isn't spinning any more (at least as long as I lie still), for which I'm profoundly grateful, but it feels like I'm headed for a sinus headache, so next up is nuking my sinuses with menthol vapour.

And of course I still need to get up north at some point, though not until the sinuses are settled, I think.