And now I'm finally back BACK!

So first I'm back from China, arriving in Amsterdam. Then, after 3 hours train, I'm finally back with my mum, still in Holland though. Then I'm reunited with Lalo, in London. And now, I'm finally HOME. Back back. Really...pffffffffffff.
What hasn't changed is that I'm still in bed. My throat is feeling better, so I think it’s time to start calling some friends, letting them know I'm back! But this cold is killing me and my head is pounding loudly; paracetamol doesn't seem to help. Ibuprofen neither. And after my latest experience with out-of-date illegal antibiotics from Venezuela I rather let this one heal by it self…

My supervisor however seems to welcome my illness with open arms, postponing our meeting to Monday. I think she is hiding something. I’m soooo ready to receive some constructive comments on my work…and with her ‘you should stay in bed and get rid of that tonsillitis-take care-I’ll see you on Monday’ she has made me nervous. Did my 1 month holiday not give her enough time to correct my first draft???

Anyway, I already finished opening the stack of mail that was waiting for me, cleaned my room, unpacked 1 bag (the other one is arriving tomorrow…), hanged up my new pretty arty paintings from China (bought right of the walls of a coffee shop in Beijing!), and made space on my desk to work on my next trip… Florida in 8 days!!! Cannot be bothered, need more sleep. So I’m back in bed, watching Friends. Using one roll of toilet paper a day as tissue paper. Cough like an old woman who smoked 10 packs a day for 50-ish years.

Lovely…

It’s 4.30pm and I think I need a shower. And start to work. Or not. Whatever. Better luck tomorrow.