Okay, so today I got the keys for mine and nicky’s new flat. Our penthouse apartment, shortly to be used and abused by termisoc, has made me very happy :)
I’m not allowed to go there til Monday though, so nicky can *carry me over the threshold*
:D
I can’t wait.
Summer this year is going to be a TOTAL bitch.
So far, the draft plan for my summer is as follows:
Next week,(24) stay all alone holed up inside pokey flat. Weekend, collect Nick and Return to Plymouth.
Week after (31), move to huge flat, buy furniture, sort out utilities, banking etc…
Week after (7), have Nick’s mother come to stay with us for a week
Week after (14), spend half with Nick, Drive him home, lots of goodbyes :(
That weekend, go home.
Spend 2 (21,28) weeks at home and then back to plymouth.
This is where is gets *so* good.
Back to plymouth, for a little bit.
Go to Dubai for 2ish weeks
Back home, for some time
Plymouth for some time
At some time have my family down in Plymouth
Home again
Plymouth
And it’s the end of summer.
If I didn’t have a car, right now I’d be screaming….
Okay, so yesterday was bloody awful….
Go to hand in coursework. Simple enough task yes?
No. Asthma attack… So Nick bundles me into the back of a taxi and takes me to the Med Centre.
Nebuliser 1, and 2 and then Ambulance.
Nebuliser 3, 4 and 5, Hospital.
CXR -Clear
ECG - Good enough
Time for Discharge. Stress of waiting in a room full of people as a claustrophobic without a clue what’s going on? =
Asthma attack.
Nebuliser.
Attmitted to ward.
5 hours later… Discharged time.
I do not appreciate being kept in hospital for 10 hours when all I want is some steroids, painkillers, and my bloody bed.
