i want to be bigz

 my niece, eager to go out.

i called for a cab about 5mins earlier, i was going to take the girls out. but lil' miss G aka my mummy aka my blanky was so impatient, she kept peeping out through the mail slot and asking when the taxi would be here.
and of cos typical her, 2hours into our outing,she was already tired and wanted to go home NOWWWWWW(after having her mcdonalds that is),sulking,sucking and pulling me outside the shops.

it got me thinking how as children we're so impatient with life, we cant wait to be adults,to be grown ups, to break free from boundaries. we keep peeping out through the peephole of our childhood into the assumed glitz and glam of adulthood and hopping around impatiently waiting for those years to come, but when we're finally let out,we realize its a cold cold world, the glitz and glamor are just illusions, oh we have fun for a bit,but we're tired already and we want to get back into our cocoon of warmth and the wall of innocence that surrounded us.

the irony of life.

temperature rising....

i woke up with this crazy fever and as i lay there with a temperature of 503(i can swear it was), all i could do was hallucinate that i was lying in moms bed, the smell of her pillow, the feeling of her beside me , rolling over every minute to feel my temperature and ask me how i feel, i clung to that feeling, but the shivers brought me back to my senses enough to realize there was no mummy in bed with me...

next day, i got worse, my throat was burning i could barely take in fluids or food. the question was to go to the GP or not? GP ke? in the peak of the swine flu outbreak...i'd rather die at home. With the whole swine flu wahala, they'd quarantine me for fun and borehamwood news would state "first suspected case of swine flu in borehamwood" lai lai

and like a knight in a shining armor, the mister i think i might be in like with came into London, and in his suitcase were weapons of flu destruction, naija style, the strongest of antibiotics(of course recommended by his doctor) and just like that, after days of constant throwing up, incoherent talks,shivers and nerve wreaking headaches and struggles against baths as exposing my body in any form was repelled by me,in one day,after a dose of the antibiotics i could walk and laugh a little, and look, i'm even blogging today:)
the 100% baby of the house treatment has eased out today, no ones asked me if i want a refill of my tea:( these past days i was waited on hands and foot by everyone including my nieces who were sad i couldn't play or listen to their stories.i miss the attention already:)

and i'm done with my other checkup, i just have to learn to manage myself well. eat healthy, avoid triggers bla bla bla plus i've got to join some silly support groups to discuss and share stories. For the hypermobility thingy, i need to join a group on HMS. most people suggest acupuncture for the pain, but i've read stories i'm not so impressed with in the different forums i've read, says sometimes after the treatment, the pain comes back more intense although you feel relieved initially. anyone have any ideas about that?

so here i am doing the usual blabbing instead of resting in bed like i should, i've been lying down for days and i'm beginning to feel like crap. hopefully i will be well enough to be allowed to have reasonable fun this weekend with some other friend i LIKE LIKE(yeah i like them all). he says hes taking me for dinner on Sunday evening, he wouldn't say where, but says its in park lane, keeping my fingers crossed, hope its the Marriott:) i know, maybe the fevers given me hefty dreams(not like i care, i'm not crazy about food and trying new things, i love my spicy chicken and rice or chips n stuff, i just want to brag a little..."oh, we had dinner at the Marriott the other day) lol