... in which I moan

I'm still sick. My doctor said this might take 10 days to pass, I was hoping to send it on it's way in 2 days with the magic of green tea.

But here I am, 4 days later, still sick. The appetite comes back intermittently but my voice has gone. I need it back by Monday otherwise I'll be useless at work. Unless I make cue cards such as;

Sit up!
Stop talking!
Don't rock on your chair!
Where's *your* pen? (in response to "Miiiiss, can I borrow a pen?")

John has been looking after me really well. He took me out for lunch and a coffee since I hadn't left the house for days, and also bought me a magazine, a big Milky Bar and lemon Fanta for entertaining myself at home. Nice :)

And then we got home and carved pumpkins (mine was best but we're letting our Facebook friends judge it for us). We then finished off with Chinese food and watching X Factor.

And that's it.

Hope you're all well, and have a Happy Hallowe'en!

... in which I long for hunger

I am so ill.

When it comes to my health, I know that when I can't eat, something is srsly wrong.

Cat and I went out for lunch and I couldn't eat my steak sandwich. Because it was raw steak :-/ but then Cat moaned and it came back cooked and yummy but then I couldn't eat it because of The Lurgy.

Anyway, by sheer luck I got a doctor's appointment in the afternoon and she told me I have a virus. She can't give me meds for a virus, so I need to rest, drink lots of water, and knock back the painkillers to get my temperature down.

Boring.

Especially when I should have been going shopping tomorrow, and raving on Friday.

Even though I'm not hungry I really want a pizza. John has given me some dosh to order a pizza with, but I'm worried that it'll arrive and my belly will go "uh, no. Do not want."

I might try making one instead. Watch this space...

... in which I have the sad

Yeah, a little bit of the sad.

I spent far too much time this morning (4.30am-9.00am) feeling horrifically sick instead of doing what I should have been doing. Snoozing.

I did manage to catch up on the snooze from 9am-12pm but it meant that I then missed out on playing badminton with Cat which I'd been really looking forward to, and on getting my phone upgraded which is so overdue now it's ridiculous.

So instead of having the planned fun, I went out food shopping which is fun in it's own silly way. And now I'm home, reading one of my old Enid Blyton books for a bit of nostalgia. "Oh, I say! This lemonade is smashing!" etc etc etc. I think it's good for the soul. Nostalgia, that is.

Lemonade is great too.

And now my plans for the rest of the day involve the following;

- watching random eps of Sex and the City
- making a 3 bean salad
- dribbling over pictures of the new iPhone
- having several cups of tea

TTFN

...in which I feel like it's Saturday and not Friday

Ho hum, twiddly thumbs.

It's been one of those days. Yesterday I mean, today still has the potential to be a bit cool, but mostly not. Yesterday was just scummy though. And tomorrow will be in a similar vein.

I spent hours last night trying to decide on some body ink, to not much avail really. I sorta wish I was one of those people who can rock up to a tattoo place and pick something at random and love it. But I'm not. I even agonise over piercings a lot, which makes less sense.

So yeah, when my stomach pains decide to abate a little and I can bring myself to greet the day I might do some productive things to make myself feel better. How did it get to nearly 2pm already? Ridiculous.

And why is there no lemon and green tea bags left in the house? Ohhhhhhh. I need it.

On the upside, after tomorrow's fresh Hell I have 4 days off work :)

...in which I long for good health

So the last couple of weeks have been eventful.

There was mine and John's year anniversary which was overall completely lovely :)I'm very very lucky.

And then came Glastonbury which was massive amounts of fun.

The 8 hour journey back from Glasto which involved hours of queueing, smoke pouring out of the car engine, rain, a flat tyre, hunger and tiredness was not so fun.

Nor were the health problems that followed. I managed to grow myself a lovely abscess on the bottom of my spine which turned out to be the most painful thing ever. So I've been in and out of the doctors and on mega-antibiotics. Then I got an epic cold and a sexy chesty cough. And finally my wisdom tooth began to feel left out so decided to push through my gums a little more and make my face swell up. Joy.

So I've been pretty much housebound for the last week except for doctors trip and an attempt to go to work which resulted in being sent home. But John has given me temporary custody of his iPod touch which allowed me to complete Myst, beat his score on Flight Control and generally become a Peggle Queen.

Fun.

It's about 2 weeks until I get to go to Sweden which is very cool. Yay!