A Warning

Sunday June 23, 2013

As many already know I am a keen road bicycle rider and as many of you may not know, I'm given to sporadic smoking. Particularly when faced with deadlines.  This morning having woken up way too early after finishing another chapter of a book I am ghostwriting, I made myself a coffee and decided to come back to bed.

Reviewing last nights chapter and making some minor changes I decided it was all too hard and I should just doze a little more, so I sat back on the pillows and shut my eyes. As I drifted I found myself sitting in a chair in front of a man who looked a lot like my friend Sean.What the relevance of him being there I don't know. We were talking about my son and he said "He will do whatever he likes you know," which is quite true but not in a bad way, he's just independent. Again the relevance escaped me.

I was talking to Sean as if he was my doctor or counsellor and then all of a sudden I started slurring my words and getting confused. My head felt like it was on fire and I fell to the floor. Sean stood over me calling for an ambulance and said "I knew this would happen."  Returning from my vision I sat quietly as a voice said "last warning."

I think I was just taken through the steps of a stroke by spook. No more ciggies for me people.