So, I spent yesterday morning crying in pain over my fucked tonsils. The pain was so bad, I actually just couldn't bear it. I couldn't talk, so all I could in my frustration and pain is let tears leak out of my eye sockets and groan in garbled voices to the doctor, on why I needed pain killers, like, right that second.
Then something else happened causing my head to spin and me to cry for a solid four hours.
I spent another day in bed, that it is until my mates found me. Just when I needed rescuing, my mates all rocked up. In the face of everything that is truly crap and unfortunate – my friends were life savers yesterday.
First Klo arrives on my doorstep with fresh ingredients for Cocky Leeky or 'leaky cocky' soup. Chicken soup guaranteed to help me feel healthier and better. She made me soup, dried my tears and swabbed my wet forehead like a queen. The Ant took me to the doctor to get my medications, as I was writhing in pain.
Then E2 and C came over and we all had a lovely chick dinner of Cocky Leeky, warm rolls, and one cheeky glass of red.
It was a Code Red yesterday, and my mates pulled in for me, and so, thank fuck for great mates.
It's dark times, and they don't seem to be getting much lighter at this point, but through it all I have amazing friends.
PS: Why the long face? My longterm Ex S got engaged yesterday. One always knows these things are coming, but I really didn't expect it so soon. In the face of my horrible month, it was hard to conceptualise. But even still, I only wish him happiness.