madness...

I think the only people who can confirm my state of mind before this amazing trip to China are my flatmates and Lalo. Remember that list of stuff I needed to do before I left? I did none of them! I could barely walk, not talk (oops), and definitely not eat or drink... I was a mess... a terrible mess. Beside being ill, I was mostly worried that I couldn't make it on this trip, worried that my PhD was not good enough, worried that I was letting some friends down, worried worried worried...

Then I went to China. And the sky cleared. No more fever, no more tonselitis. Had a great time, and a great rest. What an amazing escape from all the manchester-maddness!!

And now I'm back. Back in bed. Ill as a dog, like I had some sort of holiday from my illness. Back in bed with fever, with tonselitis! And I'm in London, stuck in Lalo's apartment... Cannot call anyone because I don't wanna speak. Because I cannot speak!

Hi everybody, I'm back!
However, I wish I was in China...