In my previous blog I mentioned that I got very, very drunk on st.patrick's day. Waking up sunday morning I was expecting a hangover, and so I got one. As the following days went by, I still didn't feel myself, may have been the THREE cadbury cream eggs I ate in 2 mins, bad move!
Thursday comes along and BANG....no I haven't been shot, wish I actually had...I have just come down with an incredibly sore throat and a ragging head-ache...what is worng with me. I infrom the rents of my downfall, but apparently it had been painted all to clear for my mum to see like some sort of bathroom stain-glass window. She knew I was ill, but me, being me, chose to ignore her...mothers eh?
Head up to the doctor's on friday to find out what the bloomin hell is wrong with me. Now by this point, I feel like I am about to collapse...who thought walking from reception to a waiting room could be so much work hard work, I had really done something to myself this time
( im such a spanner)...doctor's confirm its tonsillites and prescribe me some pills to take, not cadbury cream eggs.
Agony, extreme agony!!! I can't eat, I can't drink, I can't talk, I can't even breathe at times, scary i know...I've never had tonsillites before and had always laughed at people who had succumbed to such a horrible disease in the past, oh how Im sorry.
Now this is getting bad, Its been a whole week since I found myself lumbered with this vile creature, how do I get rid of it...I've been drinking honey and lemon, watching match of the day, playing pro and still nothing works...SOMEONE HELP!!!!.....(mum takes me to the hospital)
Back in a hospital for the first time in 3 years and crikey how things how gotten a lot smaller, or maybe that thats me just getting bigger...random yes, moving on.....Sitting around for 6 hours listening to 6 different people giving me a diagnosis on what is wrong with me, 3 nurses, 2 doctors and one old lady (btw happy birthday mum again for last week...she is eeech!!! I won't say as I would feel that this might be my last post)
I end up in a very nice bedroom with a lovely yet sad view of oxford...too many builidings i say, where are the trees?!
It turned out I had an aggressive type of tonsillities which nearly killed me. I still think though it was those bastard cadbury's cream eggs I ate earlier that week which gave me a week of pure hell...how do you eat your's...my answer, I bloody don't!!
Thursday comes along and BANG....no I haven't been shot, wish I actually had...I have just come down with an incredibly sore throat and a ragging head-ache...what is worng with me. I infrom the rents of my downfall, but apparently it had been painted all to clear for my mum to see like some sort of bathroom stain-glass window. She knew I was ill, but me, being me, chose to ignore her...mothers eh?
Head up to the doctor's on friday to find out what the bloomin hell is wrong with me. Now by this point, I feel like I am about to collapse...who thought walking from reception to a waiting room could be so much work hard work, I had really done something to myself this time
( im such a spanner)...doctor's confirm its tonsillites and prescribe me some pills to take, not cadbury cream eggs.
Agony, extreme agony!!! I can't eat, I can't drink, I can't talk, I can't even breathe at times, scary i know...I've never had tonsillites before and had always laughed at people who had succumbed to such a horrible disease in the past, oh how Im sorry.
Now this is getting bad, Its been a whole week since I found myself lumbered with this vile creature, how do I get rid of it...I've been drinking honey and lemon, watching match of the day, playing pro and still nothing works...SOMEONE HELP!!!!.....(mum takes me to the hospital)
Back in a hospital for the first time in 3 years and crikey how things how gotten a lot smaller, or maybe that thats me just getting bigger...random yes, moving on.....Sitting around for 6 hours listening to 6 different people giving me a diagnosis on what is wrong with me, 3 nurses, 2 doctors and one old lady (btw happy birthday mum again for last week...she is eeech!!! I won't say as I would feel that this might be my last post)
I end up in a very nice bedroom with a lovely yet sad view of oxford...too many builidings i say, where are the trees?!
It turned out I had an aggressive type of tonsillities which nearly killed me. I still think though it was those bastard cadbury's cream eggs I ate earlier that week which gave me a week of pure hell...how do you eat your's...my answer, I bloody don't!!
