Doctor doctor!
Oooh shit. I had a dream where I was in a wheelchair. Every time I got frustrated with it and tried to walk/stand up and reach for something, I'd get a bitching pain on my back. I knew I could walk. I just couldn't stand straight long enough to do so.
What woke me from this nice lil dream? Well, my throat. It was so full of mucus I thought I was going to choke in it.
Fast forward, it's 5pm, my throat can't stand anything surrounding it, I've been going s-l-o-w all day (my brain is crawling through a thick bog) and now I'm getting those adorable little chills that come with rising fever. Oh goody.
Add to that: my stomach has discontinued our mutual respect and co-operation agreement, and my breasts are incredibly sore. Think "hurts to walk the stairs even with sturdy bra" sore.
Our tv has also figured it'd better take its own life. The colours went haywire, and then it just turned itself off. Also, the car. Oh the car, the one we spent a small fortune to fix up just months ago, telling the mechanics people to fix everything possible. That car is now refusing to load up its batteries on the move. It's probably this one belt that's causing the trouble, but whatever; I don't dare to take it out next week, thus will have considerable trouble attending school (assuming I'm in any shape either). This happened yesterday, today is a holiday, so the earliest possible time to get it repaired is Tuesday. And that's with some damn fine luck.
I'm now going to slump on the sofa and drink myself to a stupor.
What woke me from this nice lil dream? Well, my throat. It was so full of mucus I thought I was going to choke in it.
Fast forward, it's 5pm, my throat can't stand anything surrounding it, I've been going s-l-o-w all day (my brain is crawling through a thick bog) and now I'm getting those adorable little chills that come with rising fever. Oh goody.
Add to that: my stomach has discontinued our mutual respect and co-operation agreement, and my breasts are incredibly sore. Think "hurts to walk the stairs even with sturdy bra" sore.
Our tv has also figured it'd better take its own life. The colours went haywire, and then it just turned itself off. Also, the car. Oh the car, the one we spent a small fortune to fix up just months ago, telling the mechanics people to fix everything possible. That car is now refusing to load up its batteries on the move. It's probably this one belt that's causing the trouble, but whatever; I don't dare to take it out next week, thus will have considerable trouble attending school (assuming I'm in any shape either). This happened yesterday, today is a holiday, so the earliest possible time to get it repaired is Tuesday. And that's with some damn fine luck.
I'm now going to slump on the sofa and drink myself to a stupor.