Wibble!

Gaaaaah. Have gone past a Wibble Moment and into a full Wibble Morning.

(For those that care, Wibble is an official technical term, or at least it is in my twisted world. Ever see Blackadder, the final episode? Apart from the traumatising part, theres a rather funny bit where he tries to look insane, puts his underpants on his head and says Wibble a lot to imply insanity. Therefore, when it all goes wrong, it's a Wibble Moment. Voila!)

Last night, as you may see from my heavily-edited-with-no-pretty-pictures-anymore journal entries, it all went a bit wrong, but I figured it was one of those things. This morning also started to go heavily wrong. Minor viral infection which I've been suffering for the past week but kept quiet (I hate being ill, as ma mere always attempts to take me to the doctor. And doctor scares me. Is quite psychic about symptoms. You go in, sit down. "You're suffering from a sore throat." "Erm... yes... also getting a bad..." "Chest, yes right. And how are the headaches?" Considering I hasn't mentioned the headaches to anyone yet, scared me slightly) in the hope it would go away. I wasn't actually that ill. Slightly warmer than usual, coughed, stomach pain. Fairly healthy. So, hoped it would go away. It does, a lot. But noooooooooo. Apparently went slightly mad overnight (I don't remember ANY of this, btw) in which at 4am I woke up, wandered around the house clattering a lot of stuff until Dad came down to find me looking for the bathroom for... something. I don't know what. Apparently I didn't say.

Anyhow, during my sleepwalking/hallucinatory dream/possession (it's one of the three, I'm sure) Dad used his brain (mon pere est l'infermiere! C'est nul, quelquefois) and asked me how I was feeling. Apparently I went on for a while that I wasn't well. Dad took me back to bed, and when I woke up this morning, Mum was glaring at me.

"So you're not well?"
"A little..."

She proceeds to tell me events on night.

"Oh..."
"So will you stay off today?"
"No."
"Fine!"

So went to get ready for school. Was ready, had paracetamol, feeling marignally chipper (what a word).... then chose that moment to knock glasses off bed. Glasses now bent a bit and all icky. Quite patheticly, went downstairs to Mum.

"I'M DISEASED AND NOW I'M BLIND TOO!"
"Yes, and your skin lookes terrible this morning too."
"..."

So, have conceded defeat, and am now at home. Diseasd, blind, and with possible leprosy (that could just be my bad skin day). Pass me a bell, I have to walk around shouting "UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN!" with a begging bowl. Am going to doctors when mum can be arsed booking an appointment. Why didn't all this happen when I was 8 and went to Primary school NON-STOP and now I'm doing a GCSE, I finally get ill?

WIBBLE!!

Still at home...

Am over Wibble Morning now. Despite having been banned from the internet by Mum, am still writing LJ too. Wahey! After my very bad morning, rationalised by drinking tea and eating toast, listening to Radio 1 (I haven't heard Jo Whiley and Mark and Lard for aaaaagggggeeeees) and reading His Dark Materials again. C'etait tres bien! I really do like those books.

First: SLASH! Slash is CANON! That's VERY rare, especially in "children's" books. Yay Baruch and Balthamos. Second: I'm not supposed to read them!! They're on the "discouraged" list my headmaster, i.e. been mentioned in assembly as something that we're not supposed to read, because it "has no respect for the Catholic Chruch." Well, duh. Also on the list is Harry Potter, and I think theres a few others too, though non spring to mind. I'm sure Dad mentioned that LOTR was on the banned list when he went there. (I went to the same school's as my Dad. We even had the same primary school teacher. How very depressing) Third: Brilliant plot.

Theres more, but hey, I'm lazy. Have to go to doctors at 3.20pm. All of my lonesome. Sure I'll cope. Wonder if doctors psychic powers will kick in? He could just phone me with a prescription. Theres no need for me do walk (since el parento won't come with me what with working and all) is there?

I'm going to go and write some fic. Hurrah!

Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~

Harrumph.

So, back from the doctors. Harrumph. The NHS is WAY over-rated, you know. And I'm ALLOWED to say that, I have two parents who are nurses for the NHS... anyhoo, at doctors, was a different doctor than my usual GP, and this new guy was as mad a coot. This was a bad start. Explained symptoms and odd night-time behaviour. I have been informed to rest, drink fluids and have got prescription for sleeping pills so odd night-time recurrances do not occur again.

Am not taking tablets, but smiled and thanked madman anyway. They may come in handy one of the days. Then told him I couldn't rest- tomorrow is Friday.

"You can't go out clubbing or whatever you're going to do, you need rest."
"No, I have a history essay to do in school, then I have a tap lesso which I can't miss, and then I have Guides. It's our dress rehersal!"
"You can't go. Take a break for a week."
"I have no choice! I'll rest on Saturday [omitting that I have my jazz lesson then] but I can't scive tomorrow."

Mad doctor now thinks I'm mad, but left it there. Went home and whinged to Mum, who laughed at me, before telling me I could go to school, but not dance or Guides.

We shall see about that.

Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~

P.S Anyone get the reference of the last line? :P

SOMETHING CORPORATE!

Every who's a friend on this journal seems to be a fan of Something Corporate. So though I'd write in to say: GUESS WHAT'S PLAYING ON THE RADIO! And has been on EVERY show. Radio 1 has a tendancy to pick up on songs and play them to death like this.

I felt happy for you.

Is quite a good song, actually, but you won't replace my Muse, Placebo and Marilyn Manson fannishness. Sorry...

Namaire! ~Hathy_Col~