Where have I been? No fucking idea. I don’t know what I have been doing.
I went back to the Doctors the day I posted.
Tonsillitis mofos. There’s a big shock.
I went to the Medical Centre and the Doctor almost fell backwards on his chair after he clocked my sexy, fibrous, manky old tonsils.
He prescribed some super-duper horse-esque tablet antibiotics and by the time I woke up Monday morning I felt… almost perky. Tops. Getting better.
Then I woke up Tuesday morning and something was wrong.
Something not right.
How is it that you can wake up and just know that you have lost your voice, even though you don’t actually speak to anyone for an hour or two after getting up? I sat up in bed and said “Hi”. Not good. I sounded really fucking sick.
You probably don’t know much about what I do for a living, but basically I just yabba at people all day. On the phone I yabba. In meetings with clients, I yabba.
I could not yabba.
However, I decided to give it a crack but as soon as I opened my mouth I was surrounded by well-meaning workmates telling me to go home as, obviously, I sounded like a bag a shit.
So then I cried.
Because that is mature behaviour at work.
In my defence, I was SO tired. I was so sick. I was so OVER it.
I felt as ugly as a prune.
Luckily all my clients are fabulous and let me reschedule my meetings, except for one who called me before I could call him and asked me to bring a specific report with me. He got his comeuppance though as watching him back away from me in fear every time I spoke cheered me up immensely.
So I went home, and I stayed there for a couple of days.
You will be glad to know I finally finished the antibiotics last week and I finally feel (touch wood) better.
In other news, I’ve had some visitors lately…. Remember this post? It gets a LOT of traffic, who knew I had my finger on the pulse of the yoof of today? Not I.
But apparently I don’t, hence this comment from “Tammiie”
“ok first of all
these girls look amazing , there so pretty.
and im straight so dont start calling me a lesbiean or however its spelt.
i think all you haters aree just jelous cos they can have their own style , and not care wat anybody thinks.
so why dont you just go away and leave them alone?!
just becos they dont have a style like everybody else people start shit.
i lovee what they are wearing
its so cool
and their hair is just aamazing(:
youu guyss look coool 
“
Wow. I don’t have an issue with those girls, however I do take issue with poor spelling. Come back to me when you can spell LESBIAN.
My favourite comment comes from “samiee suicide”.
“yeah you’re saying these girls are lame?
then why do you read the SAME article 3 times in a row each day.
thats PATHETIC!
these girls have their own style..
dont like it..? then fuck off cos you cant change anything,
all you can do is be a fucking lamo all your life comment and tagging them as something when no one actually gives a rats ass what you’re on about so stop trying to make a speech about how bad you think they look.
they look better than you and thats why your pictures are not popular on the net so fuck off and get your own life.
jealous much?
i think so..”
Oh my, such vitriol in one so young. In case any of you were wondering, Samiee’s real name is Olivia. If you would like her email address to add to any spam lists, please, don’t hesitate to ask.
One visitor whose email address I won’t be selling is the fabulous Chrissie Swan. Chrissie stumbled upon my blog and sent me a lovely email to thank me for my reference to her in this post. So I sent her back a really mongy email, telling her how I loved her and ramble, ramble, ramble. How mortifying. I am suprised I didn’t just ask her to be my BFF. ZOMFG.
Lastly, before I go, apologies for my silence on your blogs and in your inboxes lately. I’ve tried to keep up with everyone lately, but the illness killed any enthusiasm for life for about 5 weeks.
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