Oh yeah...

... I forgot. I'm not the most feminine versions of the female species, I don't put on makeup if I have to, I don't have anything pink and I don't have high heels. I do have some female characteristics tho; I'm a sucker for shoes, and I take care of my hair. In my defence, my shoe collection consists mainly of comfy converses and sneakers. But the hair is important. I hate having long hair, I just look like a worn-down bum with it, so I keep it short, dark and spiky. Sadly my original hair color is more or less blonde (now that's a state secret, ait?), and it grows like weed. I should get haircuts on prescription. So I need to dye it often. Which in turn calls for some good hair products. Logic, yes?

Sadly, hair salon type products is very expensive. But I've found something great! www.lookfantastic.com (I'm a sucker for web shop bargaisn too). Become a member for free and get good prices on all the good products. I recommend Tigi. Smells so good I'm tempted to taste it once. Chewing gums!

Hail Tigi!

Bloodinfections!

I come from a very disease-prone family. My grandma claims our family has poor genes and generally should be fed to the pigs since we spend more time sick then live and well. We have a fubar immune system, in other words. So when I started to feel my throat getting sore all I thought was "oh yay, another long-lived summer-headcold that'll bug me forever". Then I started coughing like a lounge cancer-patient, my chest wheezed like Darth Vaders and I felt my lounges curling when I coughed. "Hokay, time to see the doctors. If I have some lounge infection I might as well get penicillin right away." But did I have something that common? Nüüüüü. Of course not! I frankly got a bit worried when my blood test answers came back, and the doc called me into his office, sat me down, and started rifling through a few books looking puzzled. "My god, what do I have?". If you've ever seen the Stand by Stephen King, you can imagine some of the ridiculously paranoid horror-scenes cropping up in my head. He muttered something about "bacterial blood infection" and "lymphocytes" and prescriped 2 grams of penicillin per day and cough syrup with morphine. Weeeee.

I've been on penicillin since friday, it's now wednesday, and I still cough like a cancer patient. I feel tired and worn out, probably due to the big dosage of penicillin, which also kills my stomach. I still have a runny nose and a sore throat from time to time. And I'm getting mighty sick of being.. well, sick. It's really incredible all the crap I manage to get into my system, I feel like a magnet for all sort of viruses and bacterias. Do I have "come bug me" written somewhere in my immune system? Or maybe I should blame the disease-spreading little lump of a cousin I've come to love so much?

Yeah I'm complaining but I think I have a right to. Besides, I hate being alone when I'm sick. So tomorrow I'm going to Mats to get pampered. Hopefully. Right hon?