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Just wanted to let you know, I'm still alive. Not kicking so much, though, I've been in the hospital for more than a week now. I got a terrible cold on the last day of my excavation and on Christmas Eve I was feeling so bad my parents brought me to the emergency room. Turns out I didn't only have pneumonia but a peritonitis as well. Yay me. This is only the like 5th time I cried because the pain was so bad. But I'm feeling a lot better now, I got some very awesome meds (and some very awesome dreams as a nice bonus :P) and was floating for a couple of days. And New Year's Eve in the hospital wasn't so bad, I saw the fireworks from the balcony with the little old lady sharing my room. She's very nice btw, she gave me a ton of candy (which I can't eat yet, but hmmm soon) because: "I'm 83 years old, and still people don't know I hated chocolate all my life! You would think that in 83 years, they'd listen once, just once!" Plus she talks shit about her visitors as soon as they close the door behind them... very funny.
Anyway, so yeah, I'm still in the hospital. I'll let you know as soon as I get out...
And now my fingers hurt. As cool-looking as my brother's new Iphone might be, I don't think I'll get one myself. Tiny, tiny buttons and too big fingers, not that cool really.
PS: the little old lady now wants me to teach her how to write texts to her grandchildren who got her a mobile for Christmas. She says she'll write horribly rude things and then wait if they are gonna ask her about it... should be fun!
PPS: Don't worry about me, please. I'm feeling a lot better, I'm almost without pain, everything's fine, seriously!!