I am sitting here in relative silence, spodding and knitting, and I can hear that old dripping tap noise in the back of my neck. I have no idea how I can tell that is where it is coming from. I have no idea what causes but I know that I have had it a lot in the past, on and off, and that my MS neurologist was interested in it when I described it to her one previous visit. She did not know if it was the MS or not and I have forgotten to bring it up again.
I would email her but her assistant has changed (i.e. the old one left and there is a new one) and I used to email her via her assistant - an email address that, of course, no longer exists. I have still not managed to remember t phone during office hours and ask for her new assistant's email address and my neuro did not know it when I saw her last.
So, I sit here listening to internal chinese water torture and think to myself that I really ought to go to bed soon - my alarm is set for 10 am so that I can get to counselling in time by bus - but I am knitting the cuff rib for the first of my latest socks and I want to finish it before going to bed. Just one more row! Please? Ah gwan! OK, two?, Three? An inch?