Hadrian's Wall Syndrome
Typing this earlier than normal, since I'm going to have to get to sleep earlier, possibly even before midnight. Due to my bizarre semi-insomnia, this will probably entail going to bed about two hours earlier.
Those weird stomach pains I mentioned yesterday are still bugging me. Dispensing with logical diagnoses such as spending too much time hunched over this desk writing essays, or the fact that I've probably been eating too much chocolate over the last few weeks (come on, it's Easter. That's what the whole holiday is about!), I've come to a conclusion.
It's chronic Hadrian's Wall Syndrome.
To explain this will require a bit of background. In S2 (about 3-4 years ago, I'd guess), the entire Latin class (don't laugh, it was a mandatory subject) went on a school trip down to Hadrian's Wall. On the way there, I was sitting next to Sam, who, for no apparent reason, was almost doubled over clutching his stomach for a fair chunk of the journey there. The strangest thing was, it cleared up entirely at some point before we got there and everything proceeded as expected, with lots of old stones, fields, sheep and the like.
We never quite figured out what it was that caused Sam's half-hour-illness, but we did end up dubbing it “Hadrian's Wall Syndrome”, a term that we've since used on and off to explain away any old medical ailment. This is particularly useful, as Sam steadfastly refuses to visit any kind of medical practitioner, with a specific aversion to witch doctors and chiropractors.
Thus, my basic knowledge of medical terms (thank you, House!) leads me to believe that while his was an acute case of nothing in particular, mine is chronic. There's no cure for Hadrian's Wall Syndrome, although leading doctors have suggested that sticking your fingers in your ears and singing at the top of your lungs can make a patient who thinks they have it go away.
Meanwhile, in reality:
I'm actually fairly sure it's just from a lack of exercise and an over-abundance of sitting awkwardly in this chair all day. With any luck it'll go away once I get back to school. Assuming my school trousers still fit.
Speaking of which, I have to go get stuff ready for going back to school tomorrow, so I'll leave you with one little bit of information:
Sam wasn't the only one with a sore stomach on that school trip. Mine, however, could be explained by my consuming of a rather large bar of Cadbury's chocolate in under ten minutes while we were stopped midway.
Those weird stomach pains I mentioned yesterday are still bugging me. Dispensing with logical diagnoses such as spending too much time hunched over this desk writing essays, or the fact that I've probably been eating too much chocolate over the last few weeks (come on, it's Easter. That's what the whole holiday is about!), I've come to a conclusion.
It's chronic Hadrian's Wall Syndrome.
To explain this will require a bit of background. In S2 (about 3-4 years ago, I'd guess), the entire Latin class (don't laugh, it was a mandatory subject) went on a school trip down to Hadrian's Wall. On the way there, I was sitting next to Sam, who, for no apparent reason, was almost doubled over clutching his stomach for a fair chunk of the journey there. The strangest thing was, it cleared up entirely at some point before we got there and everything proceeded as expected, with lots of old stones, fields, sheep and the like.
We never quite figured out what it was that caused Sam's half-hour-illness, but we did end up dubbing it “Hadrian's Wall Syndrome”, a term that we've since used on and off to explain away any old medical ailment. This is particularly useful, as Sam steadfastly refuses to visit any kind of medical practitioner, with a specific aversion to witch doctors and chiropractors.
Thus, my basic knowledge of medical terms (thank you, House!) leads me to believe that while his was an acute case of nothing in particular, mine is chronic. There's no cure for Hadrian's Wall Syndrome, although leading doctors have suggested that sticking your fingers in your ears and singing at the top of your lungs can make a patient who thinks they have it go away.
Meanwhile, in reality:
I'm actually fairly sure it's just from a lack of exercise and an over-abundance of sitting awkwardly in this chair all day. With any luck it'll go away once I get back to school. Assuming my school trousers still fit.
Speaking of which, I have to go get stuff ready for going back to school tomorrow, so I'll leave you with one little bit of information:
Sam wasn't the only one with a sore stomach on that school trip. Mine, however, could be explained by my consuming of a rather large bar of Cadbury's chocolate in under ten minutes while we were stopped midway.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
10:53 PM
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