9 January 2012

I got myself into a pickle this morning. And no. Not the vegetable.

I'd had one more hour in bed this moving because Joe was having an early night. However, having one more hour in my comfortable, warm bed proved nothing. I was more tired and irritable than any other morning.

The car journey to school was like any other - quiet, which allowed me to listen to my iPod. But as soon as I arrived at school, I got a terrible headache. What brought this on? So in the common room, I asked for paracetamol or equivalent. Elle had a back pain tablet, which apparently did the job too. No one had any water, so I took the tablet without. A couple of minutes later, I could still feel it and it was starting to spice my throat.

I don't want to tell dad that it wasn't paracetamol, but he warned me that taking tablets without water can be very dangerous, can cause dreadful vomiting which essentially puts you in hospital.

I must admit, I'm a bit worried now.

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