OK, officially the worst weekend ever.
I know. I know, you think I'm being a teenage drama queen right? Weell... your half right.

First off, Saturday Morning. I stayed over at Corio and Shahda's house over the weekend, no drinks... just mate-y-ness. We stayed up talking about whateverness all night.
So I wake up early morning with a wicked sore throat. SO, I shrug it off, minor payment for an awesome night, who am I to complain?

Then it turns to a full fledged dry cough and headache. Not good. Then I have to deal with my darling nephews (not legally lol)who weren't being so darling. They cried over everything and were adorable while they were at it. Sorta. Theeen I get a gut-wrenching phone call. I mean gutting... pick them off the floor kind.

My Granddad, Edward (Eddie) James Gatty, passed away on Saturday. On my Uncle John's Birthday. I cried a bit, not as much as I had expected.

Head-ache and cough add a buddy, nausea. Say hello friends!

Sunday Night, I couldn't focus and I had a fever and nausea. Not good. I vomited, horrible experience. My body made sure I was running empty. Couldn't eat anything.

Monday, similar to Sunday, only ate apple.

Tuesday... ehh...

Wednesday. Bites lip, very sore. 1 hour later? Hundreds of tiny lumps = Very big lip. Swollen, sore lipped Rachel is starting to feel picked on.

Cheree and Rachel are playing around after school. Rachel stacks it.
Twisted ankle. I had to be helped up and home.
Hello sore ankle... meet list of Rachel's hardships.

OH! And I forgot. My loving sister, younger than I, was given they room I had begged and pleaded for, for 4 years. 4 YEARS DAMMIT!


I didn't make such a fuss about that coz hopefully I am moving out this year, when I get a job. The I go to Centrelink and get 'Living Away From Home Allowance'


Living with ma Sistas from anutha mutha's...

mwa!

Grandad's Funeral was today too.