Oh Doctor, it really is bigger on the inside

Well, well, well exams are finally over so now I can feel privileged to now sit at home and do nothing. Good, good. The geography exam had a question about this man, Dr Wamsley and if we approved of his conduct in erridicating the feral cat.

Yes, that is a cat on his head.

Unfortunately today, well fortunately, I don't know, whatever, I had to go to the doctor to get an injection. I'm pretty crap with injections, I dread them, doctors with javelin like needles saying 'this won't hurt a bit' before skewering me to the wall. This may have played a part in today's events.

Injection, fine, I said 'right, thanks' and left the doctors office. Came in, sat down, 'yep, that was fine, not too bad' before everything went white and I fainted. Apparently I started convulsing like I had a fit and moaning, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Very pretty site indeed. I'm surprised I didn't start foaming at the mouth, to top it off. All I remember was dreaming of horses (a bit like this really) and wondering how odd it was for me to be sleeping. In the middle of the day! Scandalous! Rebel you!

I then awoke with the doctor holding my legs in the air, saying my name and the receptionist holding a glass of water, biting her lip. Even worse I was wearing these pants:
Whose going to take me seriously when I look like Bozos assistant. Well, that was a nice experience. And in two months time, its probably going to happen again. The doctor said the body prepares itself by feeling very hungry (my mother said, 'well thats no use, shes always hungry' thanks ma), sweaty, clammy and in young boys, 'certain things occurring downstairs,' as said in science (except he didn't use the euphemism. In normal circumstances I would've let out an immature giggle, but I was sitting in a dazed state amazed at the sight of my hands. They're amazing really, like feet, on your arms.)

To sound like a sad, pathetic whiny loser. I am sick with a cold on top of that so my eyes keep watering at random periods. Like I'm crying. At anything just, this incompetent right eye ('this chai is just, its just so good'). This always happens when I'm sick. In year 7, whilst watching a 'informative video' on the rainforest it just began, this little stream on my face. Everyone thought I was crying so I asked to be excused, even furthering the whole idea. I was patted on the back and told 'it would all be alright'. Well, its not, so you can't trust HSIE teachers, obviously. Pfft. Sorry for the sad, pity-me way of this post, but there you go. Have a good weekend!