For the past couple of years I have been suffering from Post Nasal Drip (which sounds like a fabulous insult to throw at somebody, doesn't it?! You are such a post-nasal drip!) and I have identified several potential causes.
- Eating dairy foods; and
I jest. But seriously, I presumed that due to a reasonably commonly held belief that the cause of physical dis-ease is emotional upset, I was kind of hoping that as my mood started to improve with all of the recent "Aha!" moments that I have been having, that my PND would start to subside.
I've noticed that over the past few months, the PND has subsided whenever I stayed over at a friends house - but I presumed that was because I was happier in company than sitting on my own.
Apparently not. After spending most of my weekends away having fun, I realised that I wanted to spend at least one weekend at home so that I could actually make some progress on realising my new found dreams. So I regretably cancelled the dancing last weekend and have kind of spent a lot of my time inside the house.
And I feel like shit.
The house I live in is a beautiful Victorian end of terrace, with absolutely no insulation whatsoever. It has single glazed sash windows, a sizeable gap by the front door where the wind whistles through, carpet laid on to floorboards, and is an absolute bugger to heat. It isn't damp enough to grow mould on the walls, but the little dehumidifier under the stairs needs to be replaced every other month. Oh, and there is some kind of white fur growing on the outside wall of the kitchen. Now that's not normal.
So I am finally putting two and two together.
How long have I had a tendancy towards depression? 27 years. okay, okay, 38 years.
How long have I been eating dairy? 38 years.
How long have I had Post Nasal Drip? 15 months.
How long have I been living in this house? 18 months.
Elementary, Mr Dear Watson.
That's my excuse to pay to go dancing this weekend, and I'm sticking with it.