Ah yes, I know its been like a million years since I actually written anything. But you see as I mentioned......

I been down and out with a cold... since last Tuesday. Today, finally my nose has ceased its leaking like a ravage river.

So on Tuesday, I felt it. It was like slamming into a brick wall. I could feel the energy being somehow sapped out. I was dragging my feet and there was the tell tale sign of a impending doom !!! Impending sickness !!! My throat was sore, I felt like I was running all day long.

I finished my classes and thought, Meeeh. It will go away after I get a good nights sleep.

WRONG.

Wednesday = possibly my death.

As soon I opened my squinty little eyes to the morning light, my stomach decided to eat itself. It felt like someone left a gas can in my stomach and set a match off. I tossed and turned, I had blankets tied up around my feet. And I am sure at one moment the blankets were tied up around the window. For one horrible moment I thought I had food poisoning. Now I had the lovely chance of having it before and knew what it was like..... but this ... I was not sure. So at some random point in my morning I called dad to see if he would be able to tell me what I was dealing with. But there was no answer.

I spent the rest of the morning, crawling out of bed and heading to the bathroom, thinking that I might ... well sorry for lack of prettiness here... barf. I did that ooooh I dont know about TEN TIMES! And at one point I laid on the bath room floor!! It was worst than being hungover ... Actually I dont even do that when I am hungover (sick).
Not only did I lay on the cold bathroom like a pathetic fish out of water, I was in the fetal position of I am going to die.

So after laying on the floor for a while, and nothing happening I decided that being in warm bed, was a lot more promising situation.

And I finally slept. I was out like a light almost magically. Because usually it takes me about thirty minutes to fall asleep. But I somehow fell asleep.... and stayed that way until ..... one thirty in the afternoon!!!

You think with all that sleep, I would feel fantastic, peachy , apple pie like!!

No Sir.

I woke up with a stuffed up nose. So stuffed up that I sounded like one of the friggin Muppets. So stuffed up that my eyes were watering and bulging out. My eyes were red and had that lovely glossy look about them, while the rest of my face was white and pale and pasty looking. My hair was all over the place, so all over the place that birds wouldn't even nest in there.

I looked like crap therefore I felt like it.

But what did I do?

I went to Halifax on Thursday afternoon to see my man.
I nearly died/ pass out on a street trying to carry my bag to the bus stop.

His statement sums it all up beautifully.

He said upon my arrival (after three hours and half, I like to add)
"Youre not feeling the best are you?"

(I must of looked that lovely ....)