This has been the worst weekend I can remember in a long time. I've been so sick with the flu I have bearly been able to leave my bed. So I wasn't able to qualify for first aid this weekend but I am an expert in popping all kinds of pills. I have a rather nice collection beside my bed, all different colours and flavours. 

I started out fairly positive about the whole thing, trying to take the opportunity to chill out by myself and rest up and deal with some issues that have been distracting me lately. But it's really hard to do that when you are constantly coughing up mucus, can't talk or even breathe very well. So by the end of the weekend I felt deeply sorry for myself and for the first time this week, wished I could go home so my mum could take care of me. Because when you are here on your own, all you got is yourself.