I'm sick, again, at the moment, my Twitter friends are likely very tired of hearing about that but it's now been roughly a month and no end in sight. Instead of getting better the symptoms just seem to morph into different ones. So I'm now on antibiotics, with a diagnosis of bronchitis and instructions to call if they get worse in case it turns into pneumonia.
Night sweats, an inability to control my temperature, joints/fever pains and zero energy all add to the fun.
I can't find work, I'm not sure how much I can except from the supply agencies or even when that might begin and I risk screwing over my chances of working in teaching this year if I take a non related job because I won't be able to to take random days off to supply teach. I'm feeling worse than useless about the situation, especially since my boyfriend is paying for EVERYTHING, even after I made him so many promises about how much better it would be when I was working. I understand this is not my fault, it is just very hard to rationalise that because almost all of our current problems stem from the fact that I am not working. I am not entitled to any income support, we have no recourse, none.
Despite all this though I understand that I have had a good few months. I had the opportunity to work for London Aquarium and met some amazing people there. I fed sharks and turtles and stuff.
Check these guys out.
The one on the floor down there is Belle, she's 26 and a Nurse Shark, 3m long. The one swimming about above is Zippy, a Sand Tiger Shark who's only just shy of Belle at 2.6m long.
These guys are in the tank that I fed, there's something very primal about feeding sharks like that. :)
This is Zippy's little brother, Bungle.
I know things can get shitty in life. I've been there before and this certainly wont be the last time, but you know that never makes it easy when you're going through it.
So yeah, on top of that, I am ridiculously in love with my boyfriend, he's been so very sweet about the whole thing. I don't think I have ever met anyone so relentlessly supportive, even when he's tired from work and whatnot. We're approaching three years together and we can still come to a standstill in the supermarket giggling over stupid geeky in jokes.
Thank goodness for he softer things in life.