New Year's Eve

I had been planning to have written a new blog post for you all before the New Year, but certain circumstances prevented me from doing so – in other words, I have spent the past week or so like this:

I was sick – not seriously sick, but just sick enough that I was confined to my bed 99% of the time due to the fact that moving around made me feel nauseous. My stomach forgot how to effectively be a stomach – it spent its time intermittently gurgling and squeezing up, and I had no appetite. And it was the kind of illness that just hung on and on. I’d start to feel better towards the evening, and with this decrease in level of sick-feeling came an increase in hope, but by the next morning I could barely stomach my Milo or stand up in the shower again. I’ve lost at least 2kgs since getting sick a week ago, which I’m only today beginning to put back on.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, here’s how I spent my New Year’s Eve:

The evening was spent lying in bed with a cold flannel over my forehead because not only was my stomach unwell, but I’d also developed a raging headache. I spent a few hours listening to the radio while trying to will my headache away, and when it showed no signs of leaving, I had an early night. I was then woken two hours later to the sound of several loud bangs.

My initial thoughts, in my semi-conscious state, were as follows:

But after a few seconds, I realised the loud bangs were simply the sound of someone setting off fireworks. I checked the time. It was 11:45PM.

Anyway, to cut a long story even shorter: my body is shit at being a body.

Hopefully I’ll have that other post finished and uploaded for you guys soon. In the meantime, drop a comment below and let me know if your New Year’s Eve was better than mine. Or if you managed to find an even suckier way to see in the New Year.