I'm sick. Not the *cough, cough*, *sniffle, sniffle*, "pass me the bucket", kind of sick. I have tonsillitis. Yes, as a friend has told me, it is a childs illness and at 22 it's about time I just have them pulled out. This is, after all, the second time I've had this in six weeks.
I always thought it was a mild illness until I realised it could effect everything...from giving you earache and headache to making you sick. My God. How do you fix it? In my case it's antibiotics. One problem though...I'm allergic to Penicillin and some other stuff. When I went off to the emergency doctor yesterday, expecting him to be very helpful, I told him of my allergies and his response was "well what exactly do you want me to give you then?" My response: "Well I don't know. YOU'RE the doctor." This was said with less force than I'd have liked because my throat was too bloody sore to voice my irritation properly.
So...in an attempt to make myself feel better I have digested chick flick after chick flick. After all, tonsillitis came on whilst in the cinema watching Letters to Juliet. (Nothing spectacular but a proper chick flick with lots of shots of the very beautiful Italian landscape.) I've watched everything from She's All That to 17 Again, embracing my childish romantic side. I challenge anyone under 25 to not find Zac Efron attractive when he steps out of that car on his first day back at school post K-Fed disaster.
On my first (and hopefully last day at work) I'm now sat wondering why chick flicks are the answer. Holed up in bed looking decidely NOT gorgeous, depite what the boy may think - he's not here to see the mess I am after all, I am indeed miles away from proclamations of love and dreamy days out in the sunshine. Despite all this I have completely ploughed through my collection, sleeping through a few I must say, so what next? Any ideas?