I can’t believe it’s the end of November already. Dad went up the loft today to bring down… dun dun dun… THE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS. We probably won’t put them up until NEXT weekend or so, or whenever Mum gets her strength back, but since we already have gifts to wrap, we needed the wrapping paper down anyway, so. He had to go up to get that down; there was no point in him not bringing down the tree etcetera.
Re: Mum getting her strength back? Yeah. Oops, my bad. I’ve had a cold/flu/viral infection thing since last weekend-ish, and I’ve managed to pass it onto her. It hit me pretty hard on Tuesday night, just as I was out in Glasgow with friends for the IGN/Odeon Premiere event for Final Fantasy XV: went out, feeling a wee bit sore throat-y and had a bit of a headache. In Nando’s for food and suddenly went downhill. Like, one of my ears blocked up and I got a migraine. The Dreaded Lurgy.
I’ve still got it. Now, both my ears are blocked. And I got an infected tear duct. And my throat’s not sore anymore, and my nose is rarely blocked, but I got lucky, in that this week is Remediation Week at college, and I’ve no remediation to do, so I didn’t actually have to go in at all. I’ve been able to stay at home, mostly – I went out on Tuesday night and crashed on my friend’s couch overnight (YES I MADE A FRIEND! WONDERS WILL NEVER CEASE!) and then flopped home feeling terrible the next day. Went out last night with my sister to see Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them at the cinema – kind of wonderful until [spoiler actor and spoiler character] shows up. Newt Scamander is all of us, I swear.
College: The Seconding
Tomorrow is the first day of Unit 2 in college, which means that I’ve successfully managed to survive an entire unit without slitting my wrists, jumping out of the 8th floor, stepping into traffic, eating myself into my grave, or drinking myself to death. I’m going to count that as a win, and just ignore the fact that I feel like death warmed up anyway. I’ll need to dose myself with painkillers and paracetamol in the morning, stop in at Boots on the way through the station to buy a cough bottle so I don’t spray my germs over the entire class (oh god, there are going to be people in the class I’m not normally in a class with because they mixed the classes up kill me now), hope that I don’t pass out at any point, and fingers crossed that I make it through the day.
On the plus side, death would be a welcome reprieve from The Dreaded Lurgy, let me tell you. I have no idea what cold or flu or virus this is that I’ve got, but it’s horrendous. A plague on whoever gave it to me.