Just...urgh.

Like nearly everyone else in Britain, I'm ill. I have a stupid cold. It's been developing very slowly over the last week, and I think I've had nearly every symptom of a cold seperate from every other symptom. So for three days I had a sore throat, then that went and I got a cough, now the cough has gone and I have a runny nose and hurty sinuses. All, however, were underpinned by a general feeling of crappiness. I would have rather had everything together and gotten it over with by now, but instead I think it's going to drag on.

So, forgive me if I'm a bit quiet lately but I just have very little energy and what small reserves I do have are dedicated to Uni work. I'm doing an essay on female sex offenders, which turns out to be quite topical, but it's pretty heavy going ploughing through the literature.

On the plus side, feeling crappy gives me a very good excuse to avoid taking any shifts at work. Avoidance is necessary right now because both ladies wards are, not to put it too finely, up the fucking pole, and the staff are dropping like flies. The thought of restraining with a dripping nose is not too appealing, although possibly the threat of being pinned down and having snot dripped on you might be a deterrent to any patient contemplating kicking off.

So, to summarise: Ill, skint, and buried under a mountain of sex offender literature.

Living the dream, people.