Glandular fever (mono, ‘tever). Well. Whodathunkit. Worst timing ever to get this. Well, I suppose there’s never really a good time to get something like this.

It’s still not 100% confirmed. I have to have another blood test, but from the results of the last one, it looks like I have it. And also the fact that the antibiotics aren’t touching the tonsillitis – because that’s actually gotten worse over the last few days.

I’ve been ill two weeks now. Two weeks. I’ve missed two deadlines, I managed to make one other one but I’m not too happy about what I handed in. This was supposed to be our two weeks off to do things like visit Johnathan Creek’s windmill, but nooo. I can’t drive. Bah. There was so much else I wanted to do too, and I’ve already lost a week and still have that work to do when I feel well enough. I’m also bored of being stuck indoors – since last Tuesday the only places I’ve been are the doctors and the Co-Op (for Mars eggs, yeah, chocolate, so kill me) – and I’m used to galavanting many many miles cross country for uni, boyfriendness and various things, but, stuck here. Bah.

On the plus, I’ve been spoilt by my mother and my boyfriend and even J came to see me I have *flowers*. They so pretty Props go to those people for putting up with me being all ill and stuff. I can’t imagine it’s much fun for them either.

I’ve been listening to old Placebo music while I’ve been dozing, some of which I’d not listened to before – and I’m endlessly fascinated by how all their songs rhyme. What’s up with that?

Also, happy Imbolc.

Tags: Angry, Chocolate, Deadlines, Karma, Music, Sick