One Hath Spoken Too Soon...

I feel a little silly. To quote myself approximately 6 says ago "I am proud to report that I have as yet experienced absolutely no side effects". Ahem. The world has decided to prove my optimism wrong and give me a nice little collection of ailments to fight with. Whoever said cancer was boring, eh?

So, what plagues me, I hear you ask. I am awfully phlegmy, extremely chestily coughy, somewhat faint feeling, partially neck hurty, slightly headachey and possibly temperaturised. I took my temperature earlier and managed to get nearly 40 before remembering I was sat on a hot water bottle. Not sure what to tell the doctors at hospital now. So, the crucial question Constanze is have you had a temperature? Um, don't know, I was too attached to me hot watter to test it proper. Aiiieeee. The good news though is that I appear to have reached a form of stalemate with my illness- there has been no worsening of said symptoms since it came on so this is a good sign that my body is fighting back. That's right, don't take on my lungs and expect to win, viruses of the world!

I've really not been much use these past couple of days. I spent most of Saturday making the above origami *insert correct name for a 30 faced triangular ball thing*, although it might have to be put in quarantine because all I did was sneeze all over it. Pretty lethal. It'd make a great Cold War weapon. Just been lolloping around eating a lots of soup and raspberries and little else and watching scratter tv (I don't want to talk about how many episodes of Don't tell the Bride/Judge Just/Real Crimes I've watched over the week... It was that or stare at a wall. Actually, perhaps the wall would've been a better choice...Fuckhouses).

Still, there's hospital tomorow (and Thursday, can't keep me away!) so they'll probably do some swabbing (nowhere too intimate one hopes... Then again, we all know I have no shame. I need to listen to your chest Constanze. Oh dear, you're wearing a dress. Can you lift it up for me? *Constanze lifts dress up to neck* GOOD LORD AT LEAST LET US SHUT THE DOOR FIRST). Who knows what will happen? My symptoms could be a bit of GVH, could just be a virus, could be my throat plating big tricks... Mysterious. Whatever it is, I would quite like it to bugger off, I can't plait my legs (quite literally as I fall over) when I'm like this, I just sit about going stir crazy with me stamps and me paper folding and me books. It's not too bad I suppose, but I'd rather be doing something more useful than getting sexy with a hot water bottle.

Enough of this talk, I should be lying down. Lying in the gutter, looking at the stars and all that jazz. That's a lie, cancer aint the gutter. I'm lying in the stars, looking in the gutter. Physicsbrain does not like this. Physicsbrain says lying on a star will only end badly.

Until tomorow!

Farewell,

Constanze.

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