Elephants keep dancing on my head ...

Okay, so it's supposed to be raindrops, and they're supposed to be falling, but today, it has certainly not felt like there are raindrops falling on my head. Raindrops falling on my head would be lovely. Instead, I feel like there are elephants using my noggin as a frickin dancefloor and it does not feel nice at all.

This flu just won't budge. My head is throbbing, I have no energy, lights are beginning to hurt my eyes, I just want to sleep.
I'm truly a bundle of joy. Forget cutesy little babies being bundles of joy. A grumpy, tired, achey 25-year-old is so much more joyful.

In the last week, I've spent more time in/on my bed (besides sleeping) than I have anywhere else. No word of a lie. Even sitting on the lounge requires too much effort - that and daytime television really doesn't appeal to me, nor does watching TV on a ridiculously small television. My bed is indented from where I've been laying, proving to me I've spent too much of my life in relationships because it's to one side rather than smack bang in the middle. Anyone know where I can find a human-size teddy bear that weighs the same as a human?

Am I digressing now? I really don't know. My elephant stomped brain is muddled. I'm fairly sure this has now become - possibly always was - one of those pointless posts, at the end of which readers wish they had their time back and hadn't wasted it reading this.

I'm fairly sure I'm making no sense whatsoever now. So I'll let the elephants get back to their tango and wish you all a good morning/afternoon/evening (select appropriate time of day).

xx

Thursday Tidbit

Well, I lasted two hours at work. Until the nausea and dizziness kicked in and I just couldn't bear to be there any more.
Off home, into my 'nest'. Under the doona, dvd on, teddy bear to cuddle. Achiness, dizziness and nausea are free to leave my body at any time they deem appropriate - but really, sooner would be better. I'm thinking this all a combination of leftover cold/flu symptons rearing their ugly head again and an adverse reaction to the two local anesthetics I had yesterday at the dentist.
Fun times for all.

So what am I watching?
Gilmore Girls
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days - nothing like a bit of Matthew to cheer a girl up. Seriously, that man makes the world 'Bullshit' sexy *swoon*

And at the moment, on repeat, I'm listening to Krezip: Sweet Goodbyes (on repeat) J sent it to me in a chat one night and I love love love it. I now have their 'Best of' album, but this song is just gorgeous. It may also make me think of him, which may also make me happy.

Hope everyone else is having a healthy Thursday!
xx

Wednesday Waffle

I think my body has finally had enough of it's recent abuse (read: enjoying single life way too much, and consuming copious amounts of alcohol, as well as neglecting to nourish it with vitamins) and it's screaming at me to slow down and focus.

After eating a rather tasty lunch yesterday, a wave of nausea washed over me and I hightailed it to the bathroom three times within about 10 minutes. I was **this** close to full-on bolting down the corridor, but decided that running may further upset my stomach and got the power-walk down pat instead.

Back to my desk and 'Holy bejeebers!'. Feels like someone has put a clamp on my head. Oh, wait, and now they're spinning me. Dizziness, headaches, oh and lucky me, the heart starts racing. A colleague sees me and I must've looked a sight, because he appeared somewhat shocked. I stumbled the half a dozen or so steps to my leaders desk, and requested that I go home.

Somehow survived a rather loud but entertaining bus trip (3pm bus = school boys. Teenagers. Oh joy.) and got myself home to the comfort of my bed. The next several hours were spent feeling sorry for myself/dozing/dvd watching/aching and sharing war stories with a friend. We were both feeling about as cheery as each other. Awesome.

This morning, I allowed myself a sleep-in to recuperate. I thought I was fine. Breakfast went down a treat (raisin toast always does, nom nom nom) then off to the shower. Who knew standing up could require so much effort. I managed to stay in there for an age though, just enjoying the hot water on my back, but knew that my body had had enough of it's recent mistreatment, and it would not allow me to endure a days work. Fun times.

So today, I will toddle off to the chemist to stock up on vitamins, and also to the supermarket, where I will purchase the ingredients required to actually cook myself Proper Meals. Bugger how depressing it feels to cook For One. Once again, my mind loves it's lame arse excuses.

This weekend will be All About Gemma in attempt to get my body back into order. Relaxing, reading, time with friends and cooking. Sounds perfect. And no alcohol. Yes, that's right. No Alcohol.