21 days

I was in hospital Friday morning. I woke up with severe pains in the stomach. I didn't want to cause much of a fuss but I still have my appendix and I thought they might have been infected it hurt that badly. An ambo was called and the medic who attended on me turned out to be the son of one of the old science teachers at my old highschool. Small world. He gave me a green whistle which was an experience. I got put in an examination room for quite a few hours where they prodded and poked at me for some time. I got injected with morphine which was an interesting experience. If it is anything like heroine, I can see why people become addicted. I liked it.

I called mum and even though I didn't want her to, she came 4 hours to see me. They kept me overnight for closer examination because of the results of my blood test. Chrissy brought me some pj's and Arrested Development to watch for a few hours. I began talking to the night nurse who was taking care of me. He was quite strange but nice enough. The next morning, more prodding and poking. Most of the pain had subsided so I was good to go. Two panadol and bed rest - If you feel like your appendix have burst, feel free to come back *rolls eyes* Sometimes I love the logic of doctors.

After I was discharged mum took me home to Forster for a few days for some proper rest and DECENT food. I slept most of the way home because I didn't get much sleep the night before with an incredibly annoying IV drip in my wrist.

It was good to go home, see Nathan and sleep in a nice warm bed with an electric blanket. The one thing I am sick of is coming home and walking on eggshells if SOMEONE is in a bad mood. So when someone wasn't yelling at someone else and there was a general calm in the house, it was good to be home.

I saw a few of the people I went to school with when I was home. It was disheartening to see that they are still in the same place I left them six months. Same faces,same places and the same lack of inspiration. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. I have been having trouble with my laptop lately and it eventually carked itself on the weekend. fml. It was seriously the last thing I needed. Good news is it's all sorted now.

Getting back to College was a dissapointment. Nothing interesting happened over the weekend and the storm that was expected to hit us, didn't. It was nice to have a few people perk up when they saw me and say that they haven't seen me in ages. I feel guilty for being so secluded for the past few weeks. At least it gives me an excuse to go out for end of semester and make up for what I have missed. ie, get shitfaced.

On another upside, I thought I lost my camera, but it turns out it was simply hiding under some of my Educational Psychology notes.

Freedom soon.

Exams are looming their ugly heads again. Burgh. I knew what I was getting myself into with uni, but god damn I hate exams. I hate how my thoughts will either be too fast for me to write down on paper or worse, I will have no thought's at all.