Shortly after we moved house I received an email from an admirer of my narration saying ‘I know where you live’… Obviously my mind turned toward the possibility that I had earned my first stalker. Wow, am I that well known?
I was so impressed I asked the alleged stalker to our house warming party (please don’t take this as an invitation – I do not normally invite random e-mailers into our house). Actually this correspondent was someone who lived quite close to where I used to live, had become a fan of my narration and had often hoped to see me around our local grocery store. Seemed like a nice fellow so I felt safe enough inviting him (and his wife) round. That he was an ear, nose and throat specialist didn’t hurt either (you see, I’m not extraordinarily open and generous – I had an ulterior motive in welcoming him into my circle of acquaintances)
After blowing my voice out a couple of weeks back at APAC (see this earlier blog) and following several occasions when I felt my voice becoming rougher than usual I thought it best to have a specialist take a look just in case there was anything out of order there (my voice is my most important asset after all). So I gave John (may or may not be his real name) a call.
He was very generous in getting me in promptly and proceeded to poke a long piece of plastic down one nostril to look at my vocal chords. Thankfully he gave me a clean bill of health, but as the plastic tube was starting its journey into the hidden depths he noted there was some evidence of an allergic reaction. I didn’t want to argue with him but as far as I know I’ve never had an allergic reaction to anything in my life (I’m one of the lucky ones, I know).
However, it occurred to me that maybe I had started to become allergic (pollen levels are very high right now) and we do have a bigger backyard with a lot more trees and undergrowth around (not to mention all the weeds…). He gave me the name of a mild over the counter allergy drug and left it at that.
A week or so later when I had a day or two free of recording I thought I’d give it a try – even though I’d still only experienced a slight roughness – to see if I felt anything different in my throat. Well, I don’t think I’ll try that again… Nothing terrible happened (what, after all that build-up?) but I felt so spacey and mildly ‘out of it’ for most of Friday and Saturday that I wonder anyone gets anything done when under the influence… I didn’t take one on Sunday and my clarity of thought improved 100 per cent – I felt awake and alive once more.
My father was a GP in the UK (or ‘personal physician’, as I think they’re called here) and actually had very little sympathy when anyone in his family suffered any kind of illness (strangely I think he was a very good doctor to patients he wasn’t related to) and I think I inherited his lack of sympathy. But now, thanks to a ‘stalker’ and a decision to experiment I can declare that anyone who suffers from allergies now has my immediate and wholehearted sympathy. Not only does the actual allergic reaction cause you grief – but the drugs you take to counteract it leave you feeling wacked out as well.
To celebrate, my wife and I went to the movies on Sunday night – we saw ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’. The story seemed strangely familiar, as if I knew what was going to happen next (or perhaps it was just the after-effects of the drugs).
What did I think of the movie? Maybe I’ll tell you later…