Boredom, Cats and Parrots.

I have tonsillitis and so, am super duper bored. I've made a 3D spinning cat out of card and a tree full of parrots. My mum sent a book of cut out animals that you glue together and they move in different ways. I was in so much pain yesterday I could barely swallow. I woke up at about 4am this morning with my throat so sore I think I was crying in my sleep. I got up and went to the kitchen for some ice water and Sarah left some of her amazing pain killers in there for me. My throat was so swollen I had to cut them up so small they were nearly powder and every time I swallowed it was excruciating. It is my long week this week, obviously, I wouldn't get sick on a short week, that would be considered helpful. So at about 4.30am I texted the shift leader (thank god for night-shift!) to say I was really sorry but I wouldn't be able to work that morning. The volunteer manager has what I would class a phobia of sick volunteers. She's not scared of germs so much as all the volunteers all getting sick at the same time which is fair enough I suppose. But because we all live so close and there's no way of getting away from sick people, if one of us gets sick, often quite a few folk go down with. For example, I share a room with 3 other people, a bathroom with 7 others and a kitchen with maybe 14 people. And there are 150 kids. So our manager has installed a new rule: You may have one day off sick. If you need to take any more off you have to go to the doctor. I think it's half to discourage people being 'sick' because they were out drinking the night before and can't face work and half so that people who are actually sick get medication. If you don't go to the doctor, the extra time you take off get taken off your leave.

So I went to the medi-center today. Being sick here really makes you appreciate what an amazing thing the NHS is. Yes it has it's flaws but they'll treat anyone any time-even if you do have to wait a bit! Anyway, I went to the doctors. The doctor checks my temperature and I have a fever, he then gets his light and one of those little wooden sticks they use to press down your tongue. I open my mouth and he takes one look, puts back the little stick and goes “Well I'm not going to need that and I think I don't even need my light”. He pokes my definitely swollen lymph nodes and announces that I definitely have tonsillitis.

Now I have some MASSIVE antibiotics (seriously, you'd think if it was for tonsils so swollen and painful you can't swallow, they wouldn't give you pills so insanely huge you contemplate not taking them cause it looks too painful) painkillers that take me from unable to swallow my own spit, to barely a sore throat. And a spray that tastes so alcoholic I think I get drunk off one squirt and it burns when I hits my throat. And I'm off work until Wednesday (but because it's my long week I would only work Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday) and cause I've not been 100% for a couple of weeks my boss says she might as well just give me the whole week off.

My organisation is coming on Thursday so if I get the whole weekend off, it might be nice cause then I might be the person that gets the free trip up Table Mountain or whatever because everyone else is working this weekend but I;d be so bored if I couldn't work and I miss my kids already!

Right I'm going to make a spinning frog!