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Sore throat stops play

March 27, 2009

It seems a sore throat stops you from being able to write as well as talk. I’ve also had the joys of a kaputt body to live with, too. But the sore throat is sort of slowly becoming a thing of the past, as is my good mood.

I feel trapped, trapped in a place where I can’t do anything; trapped between the endless jars of tomato sauce and brown sauce not able to do a thing. My energy is at an all time low, thanks to this cold and means that a quick walk into town for just a wander is well out of the question. I have work to do, but again no energy to do it. Most people are going home tomorrow, saturday, but I’m here till weds because I thought a lot more people were staying and I was going to do work… except they’re not. So when I’m not working it’ll be a hell of a few lonely days. I’m staying till weds also partly due to counselling on tuesday night, but I really, really am wondering whether to sack it all and just pretend I haven’t bought my train tickets already and get my parents to come and collect me. Not being able to speak is getting old, too. It prohibits socialising in everywhere but a quiet room…

I think I’ll sum this post up: I’m whinging and moaning; I’m ill and sick of it. There. Vote for me!

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Lola Snow permalink
    March 27, 2009 12:51 pm

    Urghh. That sounds miserable. Low and sore is double misery, no wonder you aren’t looking forward to the alone time. Have you got anything to keep you busy, or could you reschedule the councilling gig? It sounds like you might be better off with people if you are poorly?

    Lola x

  2. March 27, 2009 1:50 pm

    I have loads of work to do, but that’s it. It’s the only time she’s available, so it’s either then or cancel (and not see her for 4 weeks). I know it’d be best for me to stay here work wise, but that isn’t the only thing I have to consider I guess. At least I didn’t eat any of the dodgy food at the chinese buffet last night, so consequently am not in bed going ahh my stomach!

    xx

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