I have been in bed for 17 hours. My body aches, as does my head, and my throat is sore. I don't have a temperature, which apparently rules out swine flu, but I think the chances of me making it to the hen night tonight are slim, which I'm really sad about.
My hair is greasy, but I can't summon up the strength to have a bath. I also have no appetite.
I have never made a good patient, I always feel very sorry for myself, particularly about the fact that there is no-one to look after me. I'm due to go home on Monday, so assuming I can make it onto the train, I'll be demanding a lot of tlc from my dear mum.
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