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So exam two this morning and I feel like death. Didn't sleep very well past about 4/5 am, when Mr Fidget decided the only possible route to cuddles with Jamie under the covers was via me. So he walked all the way up me, then crossed over my head on the pillow, standing on my hair and pulling it in the process. I was all ready to get mad at him, and then he curled up in a very cute fashion and I didn't have the heart to be annoyed anymore. But I have sort of drifted in and out of half-sleep since then.

I feel awful. I have a sore throat, my ears hurt inside, I have a pressure headache from all the goo in my sinuses and my nose is all blocked up. Its mostly on the left side of my head though, which is weird. I have my pre-exam lemsip, but unfortunately having one now means the next one is due at 12pm, when I'll be in the exam hall and unable to have one. 12pm was when I started to go downhill yesterday, I imagine today will be much the same. I have more layers on today (including leggings and knee-high socks under my jeans) to try and combat the coldness from setting in and making me feel ill, which it did yesterday.

The original plan for this afternoon involved fun things like tidying up the house and putting up Christmas decorations. I fear this may have to wait until later on in the week.

i die now?

Second exam went ok. was in the slightly warmer hall, so with my extra layers I was warm enough. Still felt pretty rubbish by 12 though. I am now curled up in bed with Fidget (I've got my dressing gown on, which he loves, so while i sit up and drink my lemsip he is curled up on my lap, underneath the duvet), drinking my lemsip and listening to Saint-Saens. I dont want to sleep, but I need a lie down as i'm all achy. cycling in the cold really doesnt help!

chances of me going to work tomorrow nosediving.

oh, but i did call in my dentist on the way home, and got a new appointment for the 12th Jan.

guilty-free illness

There is one benefit of course, to my exams being over, and that is I can now get on with the business of being ill without feeling guilty that i ought to be doing some revision or something.

Now that irritating loud organ music that jumped lots (the 'surprise' last track on my Saint-Saens CD) has woken me and Mr Fidget up (I may have snuggled up with the cat and gone to sleep for an hour or so..) I am going to go downstairs, wrap myself up in comfort making clothes (Jamie's big fisherman's rib jumber, to be precise), eat a Dr Oetker pizza and play Champions of Norrath on the Playstation. Because I can.