She had it coming
Life truly is a bitch, when she wants to be. I don't know if it is luck or damn irony that today, of all days, the day I plan to start (and possibly finish) most of the assignments due in for after Easter, I come down with what can only be described as cough-up-your-guts-and-swill-it-with-thick-yellow-phlegm illness.
This one really is a stonker.
Over the Christmas period many folk at University complained of this 'flu' malark and "Oh my God I'm going to die" ailment, and, I'll be honest, I laughed. I very rarely 'come down' with such an illness. I put it down to the consumption of much fruit and veg throughout the year and my irrational fear of death. I haven't been ill for a couple of years and I have certainly not ever had to go to the Doctor's for such a problem... and it's not that I'm cruel, but I just have no sympathy for folk that say they have the 'flu' anyways. FLU IS MUCH A WORSE ILLNESS THAN A FUCKING SNIFFLE. I digress.
So, I'm laughing at these ill people that are all catching these bugs and whatnot because they all have sex with each other and share needles (joke), I guess you could say I have wholeheartedly received my come-uppance. My head is totally throbbing and don't even dare me to breathe from out of my nose. Generally, I hurt. I have to go to work in just over four hours and I work in a restaurant. My boss would never send me home, not after I've made ALL that effort to come in in the first place ( I DO live like, a two-minute drive away). I'll see how I feel.
Funny, actually, I heard an article on the radio yesterday about regulations for blogging and how what some people write can get them into real trouble because sometimes people are just 'too honest'. I guess you could say this is one of those posts. Although, it's not like I'm saying, "Oh I'm just so ill I'm skiving off work to write this blog and my boss is whore", because I'm not, and she's not. I don't mind being too honest anyway. I''ve already had certain falling-outs with people about that sort of thing. Check out my old MySpace blog for shits and giggles.
So yes, I don't really have much else to mention. I was so paranoid last night I slipped in and out of sleep over the space of about five hours because I was afraid that I was going to get terrors about zombies after watching 'Stay Alive'. It's actually quite a good film.
So, until I have to set off back to Cannock for work, I intend to drink plenty more Redbush tea (oh my, it's lovely) and keep blowing my nose and do the general flush-it-all-out rituals. I hate phlegm and snot and all that horrid stuff. The words are cool, though.
I went to Lush in Birmingham yesterday, so might even try to clear the old sinuses with some Ice-Blue. Lush soap rocks.
In case you're wondering why I just wrote/you just read a whole blog entry about me being ill, I wonder, too. Truth is, I'll probably be all better by the next time I post an entry so I guess if I don't tell you about it now it wouldn't be worth mentioning later on when it will be in the past tense.
The Lostprophets just started on the radio, so I'm going to scarper now for more tea.
Enjoy your day.
This one really is a stonker.
Over the Christmas period many folk at University complained of this 'flu' malark and "Oh my God I'm going to die" ailment, and, I'll be honest, I laughed. I very rarely 'come down' with such an illness. I put it down to the consumption of much fruit and veg throughout the year and my irrational fear of death. I haven't been ill for a couple of years and I have certainly not ever had to go to the Doctor's for such a problem... and it's not that I'm cruel, but I just have no sympathy for folk that say they have the 'flu' anyways. FLU IS MUCH A WORSE ILLNESS THAN A FUCKING SNIFFLE. I digress.
So, I'm laughing at these ill people that are all catching these bugs and whatnot because they all have sex with each other and share needles (joke), I guess you could say I have wholeheartedly received my come-uppance. My head is totally throbbing and don't even dare me to breathe from out of my nose. Generally, I hurt. I have to go to work in just over four hours and I work in a restaurant. My boss would never send me home, not after I've made ALL that effort to come in in the first place ( I DO live like, a two-minute drive away). I'll see how I feel.
Funny, actually, I heard an article on the radio yesterday about regulations for blogging and how what some people write can get them into real trouble because sometimes people are just 'too honest'. I guess you could say this is one of those posts. Although, it's not like I'm saying, "Oh I'm just so ill I'm skiving off work to write this blog and my boss is whore", because I'm not, and she's not. I don't mind being too honest anyway. I''ve already had certain falling-outs with people about that sort of thing. Check out my old MySpace blog for shits and giggles.
So yes, I don't really have much else to mention. I was so paranoid last night I slipped in and out of sleep over the space of about five hours because I was afraid that I was going to get terrors about zombies after watching 'Stay Alive'. It's actually quite a good film.
So, until I have to set off back to Cannock for work, I intend to drink plenty more Redbush tea (oh my, it's lovely) and keep blowing my nose and do the general flush-it-all-out rituals. I hate phlegm and snot and all that horrid stuff. The words are cool, though.
I went to Lush in Birmingham yesterday, so might even try to clear the old sinuses with some Ice-Blue. Lush soap rocks.
In case you're wondering why I just wrote/you just read a whole blog entry about me being ill, I wonder, too. Truth is, I'll probably be all better by the next time I post an entry so I guess if I don't tell you about it now it wouldn't be worth mentioning later on when it will be in the past tense.
The Lostprophets just started on the radio, so I'm going to scarper now for more tea.
Enjoy your day.
posted by scaleherglow @ Friday, March 30, 2007
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