stuff that is wrong with me

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I left Husband at home enjoying some PS4 Time and tootled off to town for a bit of retail therapy, before visiting a couple of pubs for drinkie-poos and food with friends. Town was jam-packed with Bargain Hunters. It was hot {despite the icy frost ... so pretty, so much sparkle} and busy and noisy and overwhelming ... I stood waiting, watching the people go by. The world was spinning. I was woozy. As I waited a man asked me to keep an eye on his bike for him. I did. I'm very sure that this same man has asked me to keep an eye on the same bike before. Much like the scene in Passengers which I'm very sure I have seen before even though it was only released at the cinema last week. When I walk I hear a thumping {my heart?} in my ear. I look for the cause, but the cause is just me. I have visited Google, despite my promises that I wouldn't do so again. Today he informs me that I have diabetes, high blood pressure, low blood pressure, tinnitus and some form of neuralgia. I am so very tired. I sleep, but exhaustion still lingers, like a visitor who came for a weekend and is still with you three months later. Walking in the dark, from the empty bus station to the bus stop, my dizziness attempted to make me stumble and cry. My adventure with friends seems like a long-ago, far-away dream, surreal and transparent. I was there, but I wasn't there. I wasn't drunk. One Strawberry Daiquiri does not a drunk girl make. I know, I know ... get thee to a doctor. I shall. One day. Promise.