DiscoDiscoDisco!

Or not.

Woke up feeling pretty horrible.
(Spaced out, exhausted, dizzy etc.)

Phoned the Doctor (I've been feeling funny all weekend).

They told me the duty doctor would phone back.

Thought I may as well walk down to uni and try to crack on.

The Doctor phoned back just as I got to uni.

"A virus" was the telephone diagnosis, "taking it easy" the remedy.

Sat down to do some work. Nearly fell asleep/fell off my chair within five minutes.

Staggered home with Rosie watching over me.

Fell into bed. Fell asleep.

Woke up for some lunch.

Fell into bed. Fell asleep.

Woke up for some amazing homemade chunky vegetable soup.

Felt healed.

Fell asleep.


I hate missing uni.