Bad Luck Field and Incompetance (by sarah)

Ok so Monday night Mum, Dad and Jean headed to Essex, Dad to have a tooth out, mum to go to Aunty Lizzies and Jean for a bridesmaid dress fitting.

I descided for many reasons that I would stay here - not least of which was to get some college work done and tidy the house up after the continual stream of visitors I've had for this month.

I waved goodbye to them at about 9 and then realised that for the first time in my life I was actually on my own - I mean really on my own - Barbara was at the Opera and the nearest neighbours are not in shouting distance.

Of course I used to do the sercurity partols around Thriftwood but there were campers in the woods. And more importantly I had a radio and some how that ment that I wasn't alone. If anything happened I could just radio in and be garenteed assistance within ten maybe 15 minutes.

But here I realised there was nothing. I didn't freak out as much as I thought I would - there were cats and so I suppose I wasn't entirely alone - what I did discover however is that every single horror movie I have ever seen or book read - filtered though my mind - so every activity was associated with some gruesome story.

I made myself some tea to drink and considered having a bath, ignoring the over active imagination that renders my stories so real.

I decided that a bath probably would be a bad idea if I was feeling a little bit spooked and so I when and hunted through Jean's films for something fun to watch. 80 days around the would - my brothers - opps I thought we'd given it back.

Before I could put it on there was a knock at the door - fortunatly I checked the time and realised that it was Barbara coming back.

I said goodnight to her assuring her I was fine and then went up stairs to watch the film. And I thought do some reading for college.

But I felt odd, feverish, ah miss judged and the period I had been waiting for for a week finially turned up. With bad cramps and then - just becuase this was my first time on my own - I threw up - violently - through my nose and everything.

And then again and again and again.

My insides felt like they were swimming. I was not happy. Then I got more ill and discovered you can't through up into the sink from the toliet and so knocked aload of stuff into the bath - which I then threw up on.

And so the night continued and so did the next morning - hot cold hot cold.

Finially about 3 pm I got some sleep having managed to keep the pain killers down. Barbara kept offering me eggs to eat and things and drinks but I really could not even abide the thought of it.

Last night I managed some crisps and toast - the toast sent me over the edge again. I was also gratefull to find I had some camomile and lime flower tea which thanks to a suggestion on facebook I sipped and stayed down much better than water.

I spent the day watching films on my laptop and sulking that I had planed to do so much work and just couldn't - the pounding headache that formed with it - mainly due to dehydration I think ment that heavey lunar mineralogy texts were out.

I devoured a point horror instead.

I had been hoping that mysterious cities of gold would arrive as I thought that would be a great tonic but instead a printer arrived - which I stupidly took off of the delivery person making myself sick again.

I failed to get the fire to relight as I was too weak to put coal into the fire place when I should have done it first thing in the morning so it just went out when I tried later on.

Its just so annoying that I got sick when I was on my own and that I had to unblock the sink and everything myself - this is also the first bad bad period I have had since having Jean - its odd but the pregnancy seemed to cure the stupid periods I used to have - maybe it was just becuase it was late.

Then to make things worse I have been trying to sort things out for Scouts today - now becuase of the shingles thing I was supposed to be taking a break but it turned out that they still wanted me to draw up all the plans and activities for the kids and get back to them within 24 hours of an email and phone call to Alaric for me to get cover.

This obviously did not happen so I have no cover for scouts - I explained before that its the paper work etc... that I find exhorsting not the going and being skip for 2 hours - I swear people don't believe me when I say I have problems filling in forms - even when I explain I'm dyslexic which I really hate doing, it makes me feel pathetic and it doesnt seem to be taken note of anyway.

I still have no assistant which is really starting to annoy me. I love the kids and doing activities with them though so I dont really want to give it up.

Anyway I emailed last night to explain that I really couldn't do tonight due to throwing up and the person who I would have thought had a whole network he should be able to phone just said he couldnt cover - well I wasnt asking him specifically - he is in charge - he should be able to arrange cover!

So the burdon once again fell to our new group leader - who is brilliant and though she is still doing her training she managed to sort things out by having a system to phone around. Thnak goodness - but I do get really peed off that its just me running the Scouts.

(before anyone panicks yes I do always have another CRB'd adult about but I need another warrented leader).

Oh and of course though Dad was coming back last night/this morning its Davids birthday so now they are all going out for meal instead - I had asked about that when I was deciding weather to come down or not and was told he wasnt doing anything for his birthday :/ This means I'm on my own again all day and stuff - and theres supposed to be a meteor shower tonight that I've been looking forward to for ages.

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  By Clare, Wed 22nd Apr 2009 @ 12:04 pm

  Hey luv, sorry to hear you're not feeling well. As I said to you last week the very same thing happened to me. Crap, innit? I swear, if I could have chosen my gender I would have chosen to be a guy - so much easier!! Hope you're feeling a little better now though. xx

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