It's the 5th of November fireworks will be fired all over the country tonight despite the dismal weather, and will I be out in it? Nope once again I find myself ill and out of action Frrr grumble grumble.
No one likes being ill, the other day I got a text from best mate Kat stating 'I feel like crap' she was not amused by my swift reply of 'Duh your ill!', I think though that being Ill at uni takes the biscuit (and all the paracetamol)
Kishan was the first in my flat to catch the O so dreaded 'Freshers flu' the fact he is still coughing nearly two months later is testament to how horrid this phenomenon is. I for one was not amused when he then decided to share his lovely lurgi.
I didn't just gain the cough, I landed in bed for two days and spent a further week on antibiotics for a ear AND throat infection, cheers Kish, thanks a lot.
I'm highly surprised that they never quarantined our flat, and even more surprised that Sam has somehow completely withstood it all together! He must have the immune system equivalent to a brick wall.
With me and Kishan being the walking death it was left to Sam to run the flat, and he actually did very well, but he's just not my mum.
The sad fact is at Uni, Mum isn't there to give you a hug and a glass of water when your keeling over the toilet bowl due to food poisoning or too much booze. She's not around to force feed you chicken soup and remind you to take my tablets and wrap up warm.
I always used to grumble about having a nurse for a mother but now I really miss it, especially when the other half starts freaking out down the phone thinking you have meningitis when in fact you have a pitiful cold.
Mum I miss you! Come nurse me better!
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