I am the worst blogger ever.

So I know I haven't updated in a long time. And I know that makes me a bad person. But lots has happened. And I don't know how much I want to tell you..


Fuck it. You can hear it all.

So, I have a boyfriend.
I think that's what you call it, I feel sometimes like I'm just using him as a warm body to fill the space in my bed until I can have what I know, deep down, I truly want. And that feeling alone is horrible. Because you are amazing, you make me laugh, you give me hugs, you come into Uni when I'm sick to make sure I get home okay. You put off your assignment because in my sick state I am "More important than Stats."
You take good care of me, and it's a nice feeling to have, that you're actually wanted by someone who can actually touch you.
But you're not him, but maybe I'm just being too quick to judge. I'm not giving up on you, though ;).
So I've had an interesting 2 weeks, I've had to go to hospital and buy ECP on a Sunday morning. (Sorry God, I know I'm going to hell.) On the plus side, it was quiet. But you came with me, and bought me food, which was terribly adorable. Then I had to go the docs, had an MSU and a PT (it was negative, FYI). Got a repeat asthma prescription, some Thrush meds and my first ever prescription for The Pill.
In this week alone I've had a UTI and a meningitis scare. Neck still hurts, brain isn't fully firing on all cylinders yet, and I'm still a little fevery, and that little rash hasn't gone away. But I'm not bed ridden and I haven't thrown up. We'll see.

If next week is anything like the last two have been, I'd better book my hospital bed now, because bad luck comes in threes, right?

..Right?

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