Wednesday, 30 April 2014

28 days later...

Where have I beeeeeeen ?! It's been 28 days guys, I'm sorry! Especially when I try to keep y'all keen on my blog, what am I like eh? Let's reconnect now, come together now, that's it, thaaaat's it.

Right let me tell you something!

..over the past few days I have witnessed and experienced craziest things you could imagine - well actually this is an exaggeration because things can't be that crazy right? Not with such a normal person like me (I'm slightly half amazing though?)

Recently after my staggering trip to the dentist running late (as usual to be honest), I left with a bulky treatment charge and an upset face. They say my sugary diet is far too high as evidence in my teeth. Well I'm sorry Mrs LadyWhoThinkSheHasBetterTeethThanTheWholeWorld whether you like it or not, me and sweets will always be bbfff (bestest best friends forever forevermore). Sweets only appeared to me at birthday parties when I was younger until I grew older and teachers were giving them out as prizes and I found out that shops sold sweets for as little as a penny each, I began my dangerous habit. Eating sweets everyday of the week and funnily enough they're what I need when I am stressed.

anyway

I was in Morrison spending far too long choosing a sandwich for my meal deal and an old man walked in front of me looking too. erm, excuse me? He turned around with a bacon sandwich, gave me the soft eyeball and just threw it at the back of his loose jacket. I couldn't believe what I just saw! He walked up to the refreshments section and came back repeating the exact same action with the same sandwich! Looked at me and winked before leaving the shop. What the hell?! When buying my things, I asked the lady behind the till whether the alarm stands by the door actually works, She said 'oh no they're not actual alarm stands, it's more like 'impersonators' to prevent people from shop lifting'  Are you serious? That's like the policemen posters on windows of Poundland to scare people off shop lifting..................

During the first two weeks of April I had such a disgustingly poor throat; first I thought it was a symptom of a flu but I rarely get a cold. After a few days it got worse and worse, I was losing my voice and hardly eating! I stupidly didn't see a doctor until after a week of unbearable pain. My doctor was on holiday so I had to go to a nearby A&E, luckily I was moved up the queue among coughs and cold patients also waiting. I sat on the far end of the room constantly spraying antiseptic in my hands. I was called shortly and I was diagnosed with Glandular Fever from a follow up of Tonsillitis. I was familiar with it because my friends have had it before but never did I imagine the pain they were going through. The number of times I felt like slashing my throat was amazingly bad. I couldn't sleep for more than 3 hours, barely drink water (and they say I need to drink plenty of water, oh ffss), I couldn't eat tasty fooood ahhhhh - this made me so upset! My beauty Prince helped me though, he looked after me and made sure I ate well despite wanting to kill myself everytime I swallow. Thank you lasheyy.
Imagine a tennis ball glued to your throat, now attached to that tennis ball is a needle. Not one but 59 needles poked through the ball, short enough to scrape your inner tube. Right so it's fine just sitting there, a little discomfort but it's fine - once you swallow something, even your own saliva, the ball moves in sudden slow motion. I had to take about 12 pills a day and spray which contained benzydamine hydrochloride at my infected area (back of my throat) to numb down the swelling. After 8 days, I felt fully recovered. Only to this day, It still hurts to yawn sadly but I don't want to strangle myself this time.
The doctor believed my infection was due to stress causing my immune system to sink lower than it has ever been. I blame what I was doing really, I overworked myself.

I was working at Royal Albert Hall for the Teenage Cancer Trust working for the crews such as Ed Sheeran, Micky Flanagan and Lilly Allen. I was also working on a deadline and revising for my exams. Possibly the worst struggle I've had in years. After every shifts, I was in such a horrible state and before I start my shifts, I'm at uni working on something. There was one shift where my manager assigned me as a Bar Manager at the third floor in the Asahi Bar. I was so scared for this shift, I was in charge of three bar tenders and managed three tills which included money re-ups, money count and approving transactions. Note that we also sold Aspall cider and Appletiser. It was going so smoothly well until a horrible man demanded I pour him Aspall cider in the same cup he had given me. I accidentlly threw the cup away paying no attention to what he had just said. He screamed at me saying I just told you I wanted my cider in that cup. You know when someone accused you of something you blatantly haven't done and you give them that look. That's the look I gave him. I apologized and said I'll pour it in a fresh cup for you, no problem. I stupidly grabbed the Appletiser without thinking and before giving me a chance to approach the counter, he screamed at me again saying I SAID ASPALL CIDER. I swear I was going to cry at this point, I couldn't take this job anymore and wanted to slap that dickless piece of shite so many times I swear. Luckily I didn't. I held it in and apologized again, cashed the money through then he grabbed the cup off me. Oooooh I wanted to scream at that point. I couldn't show any weaknesses as I was therefore the manager of the bar. After this shift I told my manager, NEVER to put me as a bar manager EVER again.

Once on my way home from work, I was hit by a bike on the back on my legs making me and the rider tumble to the ground like two peas in a pods idiots. He claimed to have been beeping and ringing his bell toward me which made him think it was okay to still cycle ahead despite me not responding! My stupid ears caused this and I grew angry at the man telling him to shove off and ride on the bicycle lane that so and so enforced.

ergh.

Anyhooo - time flewwww - Completed my last assignments and did exams since my troubles, luckily I was well enough to work for it! My last exam is next week then I can start doing big things. I have had my visa processed, insurance covered, flights booked, travel planned (for the last three weeks off work), advanced rented my beauty apartment with a gym and swimming pool. I also have business cards as representative for my company and a cellphone for work. Now I can go major shopping woooo'
Still learning Mandarin which is pain because it's so hard! It's like teaching a 3 year old A Level English. So much effort to repeat a phrase everyday before moving on otherwise I will forget!

The news has been so tragic lately; at the gym while I run, I watch the news on the small screen (makes me run alot longer) and the amount of bodies dropping everyday is dreadful to hear. Kids popping knifes among adults and waving vintage guns in the air like it's a bubble machine. And these are the most unlikely kids to ever go through this too! Well you wouldn't think so anyway. I watch people. I watch the life of people on the streets; no judgments made nor any stereotyping (I try not to be stereotypical though anyway). I enjoy people watching much more than I like people to be honest, I could spend all day watching people and making up stories about them or giving them a story such as names, occupation and lifestyle or trying to figure out how the person is feeling, what they are thinking, where they are going and what could be of them by tomorrow. I don't know, It's a personal interest of mine and someone to do it with would be very engaging. Especially with whom I find intellectually stimulating and we could talk for hours and I would listen for hours.

Chinese proverb of the day; 'Give a man a fish and you feed him a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

Fact of the day: The most money ever paid for a cow in an auction was $1.3 million by a group of investors

Say no more.

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