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Yesterday was my day off work, my 'I will make myself feel more cheerful if it kills me' day.
Didn't work.
Was up half the night willing myself not to be sick.
Phone died, which meant I couldn't meet up with Bessie Mate in London.
Straighteners exploded.
Got anxious texts from work before my phone died demanding copying help, pre-phone death.
Then I had a nap, and I tried being happy again, and I had a quite-warm-but-not-hot-like-I-wanted bath with this Lush bathbomb that turned the water purple which helped, and then spent the rest of the night watching YouTube videos. All was well.
AND THEN.
1.30am, the feeling of wanting to be sick happened again. Did the lying dead still and breathing shallowly thing that you do when you've drunk too much, drifted in and out and was awake most of the night trying not to vomit again.
Woke up at 9 this morning, feeling ill still, lying dead still again until about 11am when I got up and tried to sort of will it away. That didn't work, toast and tea kind of helped, until about half an hour ago when I got a message from Ben2 asking if I'd like to go for a drink in a happy hour in central with him and his new girlfriend.
...
Cause a couple + 1 isn't awkward at all.
I bought another bath bomb at the same time, I think I might have to get that out tonight and try relaxing again.
I do miss being able to have a drink to relax.
And I decided I'm not going Bestival. As much as I want to dress up as a pirate, Elton John and Snoop Dogg and possibly M.I.A? Noo.
Gangrene update: Everything's gone purple. Which is close to black which I'm pretty sure is close to my leg just disintegrating.
I played Theme Hospital, I used to watch The Royal, I know this shit.
Didn't work.
Was up half the night willing myself not to be sick.
Phone died, which meant I couldn't meet up with Bessie Mate in London.
Straighteners exploded.
Got anxious texts from work before my phone died demanding copying help, pre-phone death.
Then I had a nap, and I tried being happy again, and I had a quite-warm-but-not-hot-like-I-wanted bath with this Lush bathbomb that turned the water purple which helped, and then spent the rest of the night watching YouTube videos. All was well.
AND THEN.
1.30am, the feeling of wanting to be sick happened again. Did the lying dead still and breathing shallowly thing that you do when you've drunk too much, drifted in and out and was awake most of the night trying not to vomit again.
Woke up at 9 this morning, feeling ill still, lying dead still again until about 11am when I got up and tried to sort of will it away. That didn't work, toast and tea kind of helped, until about half an hour ago when I got a message from Ben2 asking if I'd like to go for a drink in a happy hour in central with him and his new girlfriend.
...
Cause a couple + 1 isn't awkward at all.
I bought another bath bomb at the same time, I think I might have to get that out tonight and try relaxing again.
I do miss being able to have a drink to relax.
And I decided I'm not going Bestival. As much as I want to dress up as a pirate, Elton John and Snoop Dogg and possibly M.I.A? Noo.
Gangrene update: Everything's gone purple. Which is close to black which I'm pretty sure is close to my leg just disintegrating.
I played Theme Hospital, I used to watch The Royal, I know this shit.