The next decade....what's in store?

But really....what if tonight were my last night on Earth?

Remember I told you some time ago, perhaps in several blog entries, that I grew up believing that I would live to be about 40? Well I am 39 now, so every ailment that afflicts me, I think seriously "but really, what if tonight were my last night on Earth?"

Tonight is one of those nights. Last night, I couldn't sleep because of a headache, and also it's party night in Grenada so cars were going up and down the road since the nightclub is up the road from where I am staying. The cars all chose to play their stereos as loudly as the nightclub. It was not appreciated.

What also wasn't appreciated I suspect, is the call I made to the Police station across the road, to complain about the noise. The officer, a Constable Josephs, was very courteous in asking me what he thought should be done. I told him to put one of their vehicles in the road, and stop people as they were passing and warn them about the loudness of the music.

"Pardon me miss, but can I ask you something? Have you ever seen them doing something like that in your country?" Well ah couldn't answer that yes, but anyway, that kept me awake until after 3. So I am operating on little sleep, and now I have a royal headache. I took two Paracetamol at about 6pm and that has not budged the headache one bit.

I am going to therefore have to take a sleeping pill tonight, or else I won't fall asleep. I will be thinking that the headache is the result of a burst blood vessel (which it really could be), and death is imminent. If I take the sleeping pill, I will therefore just sleep this life away, and the last record from me would be this blog entry.

I'm not being dramatic. This is really how I think. I know, I probably shouldn't think that way, but you just never know, do you. I was telling a colleague that I was thinking about taking a taxi to the hospital at about 2am. He said only a CAT scan could confirm the aneurysm, and that you couldn't get that at the hospital. Where could you get it? In Trinidad, or Barbados, he said. Yikes! It better be only a lack-of-sleep-and-after-effects-of-having-to-walk-up-Market-Hill-today kind of headache!