long weekend, long face

I think I’m getting an ulcer. I also think I’m going to have a brain aneurysm. Perhaps also I am suffering from a severe case of hypochondria.

I never get sick. And when I do get sick, I would have to be dying not to go to work. Well after not missing a day of work for over 3 years, I have officially had not one, but TWO sick days. Suffice to say that I think they were legitimate and if you don’t believe me, the nurses at the local hospital will tell you how after 2 days I told them if they don’t let me out, I was going to climb out the window and take the drip with me. I didn’t mind the drip… saline makes you feel gooooooood.

Apparently I had a case of giardia which upon consulting the oracle that is Wikipedia I found out to be basically bacteria in your stomach. I was so violently ill that when I finally went to the doctor I was told I was so dehydrated that I had no saliva. I felt very handicapped having no saliva. My job revolves around saliva so when someone tells you that you don’t have it, you feel a little naked. It didn’t help that I had re-occurring bouts of it either, so basically I’ve lived on maxalon for quite some time and lost some weight, (which being a female, is not such a problem).

I managed to scrape together something that resembled an assignment for 142 but submitted it with my eyes closed and a sinking feeling. And then rolls around the External Attendance School. Oh joy. Here I am, completely unprepared to answer any questions relating to the last 2 weeks material, let alone be ahead of the game (they wanted to go through week 11 material in 141- NOTE: If you are up to week 11 material, you need a social life or a long hard look in the mirror).

To my delight about 90% of everyone else were behind also so I would like to take this opportunity to thank those useless/lazy/busy/sick people out there who made me feel more comfortable about being behind. A small collection of girls and I devised a plan for the 142 Tute- Answer early and answer loud. After discovering that the 18yr old girl (who clearly just left school) must have overheard our plan because she nearly deafened the rest of us with her opinions on restorative justice, I decided maybe not so ‘loud’, but rather ‘early’ was the key.

So now instead of partying like normal people do on long weekends, I’m in catch up mode in order to make up for my pitiful excuse of an assignment on the rule of law.