- Parents arrived on Wednesday and we had a lovely dinner and walk around Regents Park and Camden. I've really missed them over the course of my study and I was so happy to see them, even if they can be very loud American tourists.
- Thursday was our last class with our British Culture professor and it was sad to say goodbye to him. He's been a really great professor throughout the term and I've been fortunate enough to learn some very interesting things about British Culture that I never thought I would. It was such an enjoyable class and I will truly miss it when I start taking classes again at Mizzou.
- Thursday, my parents and I did more walking, this time around Hyde Park. Eventually we wandered off to the Tower of London. Talk about a fascinating place. You'll have to excuse me for not having a plethora of facts to share, but this happened over a week ago and there have been other things that have distracted me, but I'll get to that later...
- Thursday night, I took my parents to see "Once: The Musical". If you haven't seen the movie, go see that first, but the musical was also fantastic. It's such a simple underrated little story with incredible music. There is something about simple Irish folk music that is just so emotional and pure. Before the show and during intermission, they had an open bar on stage that the audience members could come an purchase a drink. Since the ticket sales aren't doing so well, we ended up getting upgraded for seats and went from the top tier very back all the way to about 20 rows back in the stalls. They were probably £65 tickets. Wins all around!
- Friday was my last day at work. Of course it was stressful since I was passing off all my work and we were trying to get the website finished for the end of the day. Luckily we got everything done by the time my parents got in to have a glass of champagne and meet everyone I have been working with. If you ever need a boost, just leave your job and have a little party. You will be showered with more compliments than you know what to do with. Anyways, it was lovely to have everyone meet each other. Afterward, my parents went to dinner and I left with my coworkers to go grab a drink. It was all really bittersweet because even though this was not my ideal position, I still grew very fond of my colleagues. It was sad to say good bye to everyone and I'm pretty sure my supervisor started to cry as she left the tube. I also feel bad because I'm not the most sentimental individual so I very rarely show emotions at the time. I think this often makes people believe that I am cold and unfeeling. This is not the case, as I have full intentions on returning home and wrapping myself in a burrito blanket and crying about how much I miss England.
- Saturday, my parents and I went to Hampton Court Palace and had a grand time trying not to get caught outside in the rain. To be quite honest it was down right fascinating to a history buff like myself.
So through all this, I was fighting off body aches, fevers, and infection. Saturday night, I had had enough and took myself to the A&E for antibiotics. The doctor told me that if I began spiking fevers again, I needed to take myself to the hospital. Still, on Sunday, we dragged ourselves from our hotel in London to Heathrow to pick up the car and then off to Saxmundham to visit our family friends again. Well, it only took until about 10 o'clock at night for the body shakes and fevers to start again and off to Ipswitch Hospital we went. It was here that I stayed for four days. Apparently my heart rate was high while my blood pressure was low, and the levels in my blood were all over the place. THIS is NOT where I wanted to spend my English vacation time. To make matters worse, I was supposed to leave the country before my Visa expires and come back after it expires to catch our flight home. Well, in order to be dismissed from the hospital, we had to promise not to do any extensive traveling, so the Ireland trip got cancelled and now I'm technically in the country illegally. We have every intention to leave by the 8th of May, but who knows what kind of trouble this will cause at border control when we come home.
ANYWAYS, it's been quite a thrilling, inconvenient experience. I never want to spend that much time in a hospital ever again. I feel like I have actually lost muscle mass in my legs from lying in bed all day for four days. We've tried to do some touring in the surrounding areas and my body just can't handle it. I can NOT believe that four days in a bed could make me so out of sorts with my body. I feel like such a fat lard that can barely walk. It's quite pathetic actually.
So that has been the reason for my absence. It's been 50 shades of not fun.
Moral of the story: Go to the hospital when you start to get sick. And take care of yourself to begin with, kids. You'll be better off. Also, I love the NHS.
Cheers,
Janelle
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