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Apr. 11th, 2013 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYou know you're in London when you have a nosebleed on the Tube and no one even offers you a seat. *facepalm*
To explain the run up to this scenario: I have a cold. It would just be stuck at the 'stinking cold' stage, except for the events on Tuesday night. Our neighbour Graham (disclaimer: he is probably not called Graham, but our kitchen windows directly face each other, we're all too lazy for blinds, I felt I had to give him a name based on a slight glance) likes to talk to people on Skype until about midnight. Graham does not own a pair of earphones so has his computer turned up very loud. Can generally deal with this, except on Tuesday night we had a fun combination of my fever reaching a very high point and Graham having a long loud chat until 2am. The frustrating part was that I was more than ready to sleep on the sofa and allow Richie to avoid my snuffling, sneezing, and temperature like a furnace, but the noise was... loud.
Anyway, so due to a major lack of sleep and awful cold, Wednesday was such a terrible day at work. I felt nausous, sweaty and has a vague sense that the top of my head was going to fall off due to repeated sneezes. I got sent home at 3.30pm, which was a good idea in the end, as I got home early, fell into bed not that much later, and slept until it was time to go to work again. Today I am still feeling pretty awful, but compared to yesterday I feel marvellous.
This morning, though, I found myself on the Tube, sneezed when the train was stopped in the tunnel before Seven Sisters, and realised was in fact bleeding. No one offered me a seat, despite, you know, blood. It ended pretty quickly, but still.
Fortunately, I have tomorrow off work. My parents are here this weekend. Tomorrow was meant to be a day of cleaning, getting registered at the doctor, and doing all the other little jobs I've been avoiding. I suspect tomorrow is mostly going to be sleeping and possibly some cleaning if I can manage it. Luckily they're not going until Monday and in the afternoon I will be able to hopefully do all the stuff I failed to do. Presuming I'm not bailing out my parents because they've been at the Trafalgar Square protests on Saturday, of course. It may happen.
To explain the run up to this scenario: I have a cold. It would just be stuck at the 'stinking cold' stage, except for the events on Tuesday night. Our neighbour Graham (disclaimer: he is probably not called Graham, but our kitchen windows directly face each other, we're all too lazy for blinds, I felt I had to give him a name based on a slight glance) likes to talk to people on Skype until about midnight. Graham does not own a pair of earphones so has his computer turned up very loud. Can generally deal with this, except on Tuesday night we had a fun combination of my fever reaching a very high point and Graham having a long loud chat until 2am. The frustrating part was that I was more than ready to sleep on the sofa and allow Richie to avoid my snuffling, sneezing, and temperature like a furnace, but the noise was... loud.
Anyway, so due to a major lack of sleep and awful cold, Wednesday was such a terrible day at work. I felt nausous, sweaty and has a vague sense that the top of my head was going to fall off due to repeated sneezes. I got sent home at 3.30pm, which was a good idea in the end, as I got home early, fell into bed not that much later, and slept until it was time to go to work again. Today I am still feeling pretty awful, but compared to yesterday I feel marvellous.
This morning, though, I found myself on the Tube, sneezed when the train was stopped in the tunnel before Seven Sisters, and realised was in fact bleeding. No one offered me a seat, despite, you know, blood. It ended pretty quickly, but still.
Fortunately, I have tomorrow off work. My parents are here this weekend. Tomorrow was meant to be a day of cleaning, getting registered at the doctor, and doing all the other little jobs I've been avoiding. I suspect tomorrow is mostly going to be sleeping and possibly some cleaning if I can manage it. Luckily they're not going until Monday and in the afternoon I will be able to hopefully do all the stuff I failed to do. Presuming I'm not bailing out my parents because they've been at the Trafalgar Square protests on Saturday, of course. It may happen.
