Ok so calmmmmmmmm
Easier said than done, though.
I mean, seriously. I swear everything's happening at a super bad time.
So after that bus accident, I'm in constant pain. I mean, it's manageable. If I lay on my bed and don't move.
So yeah, it would all be okay.
If I didn't have my first fucking GCSE tomorrow.
Well I had ICT last week. But it's ICT, who cares about that?
Tomorrow I have French. And seeing as I want to be an interpreter when I grow up, translating poetry and novels into French for non-English speakers to also enjoy, I sortaaaa need to do good.
I am so screwed.
But it's all okay. Coz my Doctor told me that she can't get me referred to a specialist right away, but come back on Thursday, and it'll be sorted. Just take codeine in the meantime.
I bought some codeine. It says in big letters on the front "THIS MEDICATION IS ADDICTIVE IF TAKEN FOR MORE THAN THREE CONSECUTIVE DAYS".
Well that's just great, don't you think?
They better sort me out quickly. Soon enough I'll have an exam every day.
I'd take paracetamol and ibuprofen but it works for like an hour and then it all comes flooding back. I actually got sent home from work Friday night, because I was so pale and clearly in pain.
Where's my Oscar goddamnit?
I actually felt so bad I took a day off work on Saturday.
I felt terrible afterwards. I was lying on the sofa with a case of death just there like "I hate myself. I am a despicable human being. How could I let everyone down like this?? I'm the worst person to have ever walked the face of the Earth!"
My Jeremy Cricket's quite loud. More like an cicada.
I know this blog entry's quite whiny. I understand that it's the exam season. Everyone's feeling the pressure.
I know I'm not alone.
And I really want to say thank you to those who have been putting up with me being temperamental. And also just mental. So shout-out to my amazing boyfriend who I am honestly surprised isn't sick to death of me already. Always saying the right thing :)
Honestly. There is just too much to do. And this is probably going to be the longest 36 days of my life.
Spoke to a nice girl in McDonald's in Canterbury yesterday. She said they're always looking for French speakers, as a lot of the tourists are French over there and the staff struggle a lot with trying to understand them all.
That's me sorted, then.
So on a funnier note as this is kinda depressing, I saw a joke earlier that killed me. It's not even that funny:
"A Mexican magician tells the audience he will disappear on the count of three. He says "Uno, dos..." *poof*....He disappeared without a tres."
I swear I nearly wet myself laughing. It's not even that funny,
It's always the little things in life...