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Spent Friday in bed all day, literally only awake for about three hours out of the 24, feeling like death and in a state of sweaty, phlegmy, dizzy plague. Super.
Saturday, marginally better, but did nearly faint in the bathroom. Had the joyous task of calling my sister to tell her I wouldn't be making it to her hen party.
Sunday, managed to stand up long enough to wash my hair and go to the supermarket with Lauren. Yay for food!
Today, the doctor told me to inhale steam, which I'm pretty sure was just to make me go away and stop asking for antibiotics. I have ignored this advice, and went off to teach the little ones with the dancing godman, who is back from LA and (yes, this will sound weird) is not looking as black as I remember. But he seemed to return to normal colour during the course of the class. Maybe I'm just hallucinating. But seriously, he was a different colour.
Tomorrow: SHITLOADS OF WORK TO BE DONE. Also need to make nutritious and tasty soup, not so nutritious but still tasty crumble, teach dance class, and SQUEE about the fact that my Kanye West tickets should be arriving on Wednesday.
Told JP about the tickets. The gig was already in his diary, despite the fact he couldn't get tickets anywhere. He was very happy. He hugged me. Bonus! He also brought back a belt from LA, where the buckle is a giant diamante "FUNK" and I love it to death. I intend to wear it at the sister's wedding. Not at the actual wedding, obviously, but at the "rave" afterwards.
SHIT need to get the smoke machine back.
Saturday, marginally better, but did nearly faint in the bathroom. Had the joyous task of calling my sister to tell her I wouldn't be making it to her hen party.
Sunday, managed to stand up long enough to wash my hair and go to the supermarket with Lauren. Yay for food!
Today, the doctor told me to inhale steam, which I'm pretty sure was just to make me go away and stop asking for antibiotics. I have ignored this advice, and went off to teach the little ones with the dancing godman, who is back from LA and (yes, this will sound weird) is not looking as black as I remember. But he seemed to return to normal colour during the course of the class. Maybe I'm just hallucinating. But seriously, he was a different colour.
Tomorrow: SHITLOADS OF WORK TO BE DONE. Also need to make nutritious and tasty soup, not so nutritious but still tasty crumble, teach dance class, and SQUEE about the fact that my Kanye West tickets should be arriving on Wednesday.
Told JP about the tickets. The gig was already in his diary, despite the fact he couldn't get tickets anywhere. He was very happy. He hugged me. Bonus! He also brought back a belt from LA, where the buckle is a giant diamante "FUNK" and I love it to death. I intend to wear it at the sister's wedding. Not at the actual wedding, obviously, but at the "rave" afterwards.
SHIT need to get the smoke machine back.