So my body as been weak, down with influenza right after my birthday.
Hurrah really.

A week of sick is torture, especially when I have work to do and the last thing I want to be doing is lying in bed, trust me, I JUST GOT MY DRIVE TO WORK why do you take it all away from me with a little bit of swine flu?

:'(

They refuse to tell you if you're down with swine flu now, gah. Whatevs. Being rushed to the A&E at 2 am in the morning and have the doctor poking your handS with needleS. NO FUN.

Bloody service was terrible! Here I am fainting away from the fever and yet the waiting time is worse than your average polyclinic. Hello? This is A&E. You're supposed to be fast, people, fast.
Finally left the hospital at 6am. My god, 4 hours there.
TALK ABOUT SLOW.

I refuse to stay on in the hospital after my drip finished. It reached a point I would rather die at home tyvm.

The drugs put me to sleep, restless sleep as I cough my lungs out everynight.

I missed school for a week to my great distress.


Sigh
And now that school is starting tomorrow, a mountain of work to welcome me back, plus tuition work, good lord.
My brain still hurts oh I dread the pain.
My birthday however, I must say, was a good one. One of the best these recent years, (best in my own memory in fact) Hokes was the sweetest, he bought me my favourite Davidoff Game Perfume :) :)

I gave him a hundred thousand huge smacking kisses for that :)

HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOUUU
Eventhough I think I must have gushed about it too much, and dragged you to department stores to spray some tester perfume on my wrists and breathe the wondrous scent in like a long time druggie far too often on our outings.

Sigh
you make me sho happy :')


Not forgetting my other friends too, surprising me with cake (aww sho sweet!) spamming my sms inbox and facebook wall and twitter.
Thank you all! Even if I never did reply you caz honestly this was worse than last year BUT I TRIED REPLYING THOSE ON FB OKAY so see? I tried so it's not my fault.



I miss you internets! For the entire duration of my sick leave, not once have I touched my laptop, no, not once, woe be unto me! The internet junkie. Without the internets.

Indeed.

Tomorrow.
The mad rush begins.


(I seriously need to change my bed sheets.)

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