Many moons ago my neurologist sent me for a MRI because she was worried about my balance, or should I say imbalance?  Alessandra frequently tells that I engage in the Ministry of Funny Walks.  The result of the MRI suggested that I might have MS.  The neurologist put me on a week’s course of cortisone treatment.

Day 1 at the Milpark Hospital.  Needle inserted.  Drip added.  Three hours later, though goodness knows why so long, the drip is ended but the needle stays pending the next day.

I can’t sleep that night.  Up to my office (at home) at midnight.  Three hours later I go back to bed.  On the bed are two bears.  Mine is lying flat with its back to Alessandra and facing me.  Her bear has its back on the headboard.  I lie down to go to sleep.  I look at my bear.  It’s breathing with its eyes rolling and stomach gently heaving.  I look away.  I look back.  The bear is still breathing.  I look away.  I look back.  The bear is still breathing.

Oh dear.  I decide to look at Alessandra’s bear and guess what?  It puts its tongue out at me!  What on earth is going on?  As soon as I reach the hospital on Day 2 I check the side effects.  Death is a very small possibility but hallucinations are common.  Imagine that I had the bears on my mind and I was driving.  What then?