She just takes the pain away

I had intended to come on here some time and complain about the fact that I am growing up.

Sure there's cool new stuff like having a job, getting a credit card and being able to drive, but what you end up with is this:

Wake up on Monday feeling like crap and stumble around the house until you reach the telephone. Ring up the doctor and book yourself in for an appointment. Drive yourself to the doctor's office and there's no shoulder to cry on when you hear the bad news. Wander over to the chemist and pick up your prescriptions with your new credit card. Call in sick to work (and God, don't they hate that?).

And then you get home and collapse. This is assuming you don't crash your car on the way home because your blood sugar is so low.

It's just when you feel like that it's so nice to have your mummy or daddy there with you, cuddling you, carrying you to bed and making you soup. Growing up and having responsibility over yourself sucks.

Moving on from there we see me on Wednesday night. Dave comes around at nine carrying a huge pot of the soup he's spent hours making me. He doesn't complain that I won't kiss him or let him sleep in the same bed with me and then he drives me to uni the next day because there's a meeting or two I have to attend.

It should be pointed out that Dave lives on the exact opposite side of university to myself. His place is also a lot closer to uni than mine is.

But despite my insistance on a taxi, the man drives me home from uni as well, when he's got his own exams to study for. He then piles me up with chocolate, kisses me on the forehead and goes home.

Then Daina comes around to pay me for the tickets to a comedy show she had used for me the previous night (waaah). Daina brings a bag of icypoles to numb my swollen throat as well as just as many videos/DVDs as she can actually carry. She also brings me asprin and the instructions on how I should be using it (and don't I hate her for it).

Gemma rocks up briefly and chats to us for a bit while her Dad waits outside. Gemma has donated me somewhere in the degree of about four inches of Harry Potter books to keep me entertained.

I rang my sister at work this afternoon, who just has a million things to do due to her boss being an idiot and her underling being lazy. There's not nearly enough hours in the day for her and she's so behind in everything but she still stopped working until I admitted that she probably needed to get back to it.

Thank you everyone, you rule.