All week I’ve been wanting to write a nice, positive post to counteract the whines of the two previous ones, but then I came down with this horrible cold thing, which meant I left work early on Wednesday (to be fair I had nothing musch to do anyway) and actually ended up calling in sick yesterday and spending the day in bed. Unheard of for me! The last time I was off work sick was at my previous job, and then I was sent home because I was annoying everyone with my coughing! I stayed home again today as well. I was feeling somewhat better, but not enough to face the journey to work. Luckily we have the option to log on to the server remotely from home, so I sent an email saying I could work, but wasn’t feeling up to coming in. The offer was gratefully accepted… my colleague took yesterday off as well and called in sick again today. Since there are only two of us translating into English you can imagine the chaos that can cause both of us being ill can cause! Luckliy yesterday remained quiet, but the colleague who deals with order management was understandably relieved to have one of us at least able to do a little work from home today!
Jan has been wonderful through this! I was already feeling crappy on Tuesday (but still well enough to go to work) so he got out of bed while I was in the shower and made me an Erkältungstee! That’s tea that’s supposed to help with colds. (Cold tea would be the literal translation but that just sounds weird in English). Usually I have to wake him up to say goodbye when I leave, so him getting up at 6:30 a.m. just to make me a tea was quite frankly amazing! Even more so when he then did the same thing on Wednesday morning! Yes, I do realise how lucky I am (although reading back through my posts you’d probably be hard pushed to believe me). I seem to be on the road to recovery now. I feel less weak and my head’s stopped feeling like it’s been stuffed with cotton wool. Now if only my nose would stop alternating between running and being blocked and I could stop coughing for longer than 5 minutes at a time everything would be perfect! At least it’s the weekend. Two whole days to recover…
And now I’m off to make chilli con carne for tea. Hot food sounds like such a wonderful idea right now!
Oh dear. I seem to have been very unfair to my boyfriend in my last post. In this one here too come to think of it. So I’d just like to state for the record that he’s not as selfish as I make him out to be. Really not. This the wonderful guy who came over to my place at stupid o’clock at night to look after me when I had sunstroke. (See this post). See. Not selfish or mean. It’s just that he’s really not the kind of person that thinks about the future very often. Coe to think of it, he doesn’t really think about the past either. I’ve never known anyone remember so little of their childhood. He’s very much a live in the moment type of guy. So when he started looking for a flat he was acting according to how he felt at that very moment. And he never thought about what he might want in the future. Which is why we’re now in a situation where he has a flat he wants to stay in for the next four years and I’m trying to figure out where I’m going to live for those four years since it can’t be with my boyfriend. I don’t resent him for it. Not at all. I have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that he loves me, and for now that’s all that matters. But it does get frustrating at times, and then I have to write about it otherewise I’ll scream, which probably won’t make me feel any better and will only result in a horrible sore throat.
Is it really Tuesday already? It feels like it should be at least Thursday the amount of work I’ve done already this week. I could do with a nice long lie in. A glass of wine would be nice too.
I have to fill in my university forms today. Jan should be bringing them with him when he comes round. I had to send them to him to print because, while he was kind enough to leave me his computer, he took the printer away with him. I’m not sure what he thought he was going to do with a printer and no computer, but that’s men for you. They never did make any sense! Anyway, I sent him the forms for him to print and work and hopefully they will be arriving at my place sometime this evening. Then I’ll have to fill the bloody things in. I hate filling in forms! There’s about 3 pages or financial form to fill in, then a registration form and finally the module choice form. I wanted to do two modules this year. German translation in a social context, otherwise known as GETS, and Translation of humour. Turns out they’re not doing the humour one this year, so unless I want to wait a whole extra year to get my masters I have to do Text linguistics. According to the UWE website, the main topics that will be covered in the module are: *Stylistic variation *Language in the media *Professional registers of the language (the linguistic characteristics of legal text will be examined in detail). *Textual cohesion. Linguistic features? Legal text? Examine? In detail? Oh my god, I’m officially doomed!
Last night, at 20 past 8, Jan called me. His friend, whose birthday it was, had just asked him if he wanted to come into town and meet her and her boyfriend for a drink. He was calling to ask me if I wanted to join them. I was starting to get a headache so I told him I would give it a miss, take some Ibuprofen and try to get an early night.After hanging up I duly took my Ibuprofen along with half a bottle of water.
Over the next hour and a bit I drank so much water I felt as if I should be drowning from the inside. By 10 o’clock I was feeling pretty much fine, I was just a little tired and my sunburn was stinging a bit. Oh, and the headache seemed to be trying to come back. Great I thought. No major signs of sunstroke yet. I should be ok now. I decided to go to bed.
I shut down the computer, went to the loo, took another Ibruprofen, got into my pyjamas. Then I went over to the sink to brush my teeth…
The second the toothpaste hit my mouth I felt like I was about to throw up. Somehow I didn’t. I managed to finish brushing my teeth then rinsed my mouth out with lots of water. It seemed to help – once the toothpaste taste was out of my mouth I stopped feeling sick. Then I got into bed. 5 minutes later I started to feel dizzy. How is it possible to feel dizzy when you’re lying down?? Not long after that I realised I felt sick again. I went to the toilet and threw up the tiny little bit of pizza that wa still left in my stomach. Great fun. I dragged myself back to bed and tried to sleep. I couldn’t sleep. I felt terrible. I switched on the light and picked up the phone to call my boyfriend.
“Either you do not have enough credit to make this call or the person you are trying to reach is unavailable”. I stared at my phone in disbelief. I couldn’t possibly have used up all 15 euros of my credit already could I? Maybe Jan was in a pub somewhere and had no network?
I resigned myself to a miserable night without my boyfriend… for all of 2 minutes. Then I decided to find out how much credit was on my phone. 28 cents!! Apparantly I could have used up 15 euros of credit already. But 28 cents was enough to send a text message! I sent a message to Jan – “please call me”. He called before I’d even received the delivery report. “Do you feel worse?” was the first thing he said. I told him I had been sick and asked where he was. “At my place” he replied. “Oh,” I said. “If you’d still been in town I was going to ask you to come over, but it doesn’t matter.” Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he said he still could come over if I wanted. I would just have to wait a while because he was eating. “Yes please” I said, pathetically. “I just don’t want to be alone.” “Go to bed” he told me. “I’ll be there as soon as I can”.
An hour later my lovely, lovely boyfriend turned up. He refilled my water bottle and put water in an extra one just in case. He fetched me a bucket of water from the kitchen in case I needed to be sick again. Then he got into bed and just held me. I still felt sick, my head was still killing, but it was all so much more bearable with someone there to look after me.
I have the best boyfriend in the world!