Back

So I'm back in England, and I'm ill. Whilst not exactly an unsurprising turn of events, it is one I'm rather fed up with. I'm at that end stage of flu where you can't really breathe (as opposed to the previous stage where you can't really eat, which is more painful but strangely less tiring) so doing anything is major hassle. And doing nothing is majorly dull.
Last week I had a migraine that lasted most of the week, and since I've been away the past couple of weekends, I haven't exactly done much work. Which, since I'm now in final year and actually have to do some, is kind of a problem. However, nothing that I can really do anything about until I'm better. Trying to work when you're ill is like having genital plastic surgery: painful, ultimately pointless, and just makes you feel worse about yourself. (Oddly enough, that's not the line they're selling that with.)
I can't even sleep to pass the time (major advantage of migraines) because of the cough. Ah, the cough, my old friend. Haven't missed it, oddly enough. Can't help but wonder how much the illness is related to the damp in my room that the very nice letting agents promised to get rid of before I moved in 6 weeks ago.
Ah, England. Didn't miss it.