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Thursday, April 17th, 2008
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10:09p - miss polly had a dolly
Denial was shortlived and by Saturday I was undeniably sick sick sick with the flu (flu flu). Still I managed to squeeze in 3 hours of post-communist readings before it really hit. And boy did it hit, by early afternoon I was unable to speak (!), thank god for sms!
It didn't take long for my Mum to crank out her 'magical' soup pot. I stumbled into the kitchen after 3 hours of wishing myself out of bed only to see a huge pile of coloured vegetables - celery, carrots, potatoes, parsley, tomatos. omg I love you! My head shouted. My mouth just made this feeble smile. She suggested I leave my bag of fairyfloss in the kitchen where it wouldn't taunt me (wise woman. Zac's school had had a fairyfloss drive the day previous and being the ever supportive sister I am... although I was a little sad when my bag came home with the floss completely flattened, squashed beyond airy recognition). She traded me with a cup of hot water, lemon and honey. So spoilt.
I had to cancel my cupcake park date with miss Emma. Which was so sad because we had both already picked out outfits. My dress even had a pale blue sash (and if I was of the princess variety, I'd totally wear it diagonally across my body!). She was sympathetic and extolled the virtues of Codral, especially for those who want to keep studying. 'Pseudoephedrine!' she cried and I immediately thought of the Liv Tyler character from Empire Records who takes speed so she can study more. Different kind of nerd? More cancellation sms-es sent and then, it was actually time for more bed.
It was kinda fun at first. I finished the sequel to my most favourite book, got get-well communicatons from the outside world, watched Gilmore Girls and listened to Rubber Soul. I think it was my body's way of saying Stop it! No more study! And it went on strike for a good 6 days. There were points where I couldn't actually move (not fun) and moments where I thought I might never get better (any member of my family will attest to the fact that I am the most dramatic sick person to walk this earth. They laugh at me sometimes for it but at the time, I honestly believe I'm dying. Derrick was surprised I didn't request to be taken to the hospital this time).
I think I'm finally better. And now very good at sitting incredibly still cos some days that was the only thing I could do that didn't hurt!
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