The sore throat.

Last night was Thursday night, meaning that today is Friday, meaning that last night I attended a Thursday night dinner. I don’t regret going, I just regret eating. We went to Villis again, and I got a pie and chips meal thing. It was bloody nice, but it was really painful, because I have one of those really bad sore throats where it hurts to swallow, but I think that this is the worst one that I have ever had, or maybe even that anyone has ever had, because not only does it hurt to swallow food, saliva or drinks, but it also hurts to breath and talk. It’s shit. Last night it didn’t hurt to talk or breath, it got a bit better as the day progressed so when I got to Villis, I was socialising, but as the day progressed again, into late night, it hurt to talk and breath so I stopped talking again but then it got better so I started talking again... weird disease.

So I didn’t eat anything all day yesterday, and I wasn’t getting hungry, I don’t know why but I just wasn’t. Then when we went to Villis with the smallest turnout ever, there were only like five people there, it was Alena, Tahlia, Cam, Breda, Meb and her friend from Renmark. Oh and me... so yeah, seven people, not five. I wasn’t hungry but I just thought to myself that it would feel weird coming here and not eating, so yeah I got pie and chips meal that I mentioned before. It hurt to get down, and I thought that I would need something to drink to get it down, so I bought a vitamin water or something and that also hurt. So I spent around about ten dollars on pain... I regret it.

We then went to the bay and went for a walk around; this is when it started to hurt to talk, so I didn’t talk much. This is when we lost Meb and her friend from Renmark I think it was when they went to get frozen cokes or something, and we just kept walking up the jetty. Then we walked back to the cars and headed to Breda’s for a swim. It felt weird walking through the backyard of which I nearly killed a guy, but it was great reminiscing on things that I somehow remember. I thought that when I walked in, his sister would recognise me and be like, ‘are you that guy who was wearing a toga and passed out’ or whatever she would say but she didn’t, but she did look at me with some sort of awkward look that you would only give someone if you saw them wearing a toga and nearly dying in your backyard.

The swim was meant to cool us down because it was such a hot night, but it was way too cold. Chances are it made me sicker than I already was because I now think that I am dying of this sickness. Mum and dad were telling me before that it is because I am running myself down, but I am pretty sure that this is a disease, and not my lack of fitness catching up with me and the shit I have been doing. Pretty sure that the English muffin I just made that I thought would be the best thing in the world is the worst because it is just as painful as Villis was, if not more so. You’d think I would learn my lesson but fuck I am just hungry.

I think this is the shittest I have ever felt. Wait, is shittest a word? It is underlined in red and the only suggestions are whitest, shortest, shiftiest, shirtiest and hottest. Unless it is shittiest... yeah that’s a word, but why wasn’t that a suggestion? Fuck nah now I am just really confused. Now I’m just going to sit here for five hours and wait for my doctor’s appointment... good times today.