As you may know i have been bogged down with tonsillitis, for about 2 weeks now. Just when i thought i was getting my life back on track with some penecillin, i got a whole lot worse on Thursday.

My tonsills has swollen so badly i was finding it hard to breath and even harder to swallow. I was in so much agony i wanted to kill myself there and then. So after crying for an hour i decided to go to the hospital down the road from my halls. At the time it was 6Am and i soooo wasnt going to wait to make an appointment at the surgery. So off to the ED i went. I was scared as fuck. I hate hospitals and going there on my own was even scarier.

So i signed myself in and got seen to 10 mins later. The nurse who seen to me took me to a bay where they took my blood (felt really ill) and told everyone my story. A few of them said that my tonsils were rather big for my age. So after a couple of hours and texting my mum who was in Middlesbrough telling her what had happened and my phone was dying which was something i was pleased about (NOT!). So i was all alone in the hospital, and in Leicester... So someone took me up to a ward where i waited till my mum and my sister arrived, mum wasnt much help, making a bad situation into a laugh. Jokes on her because the next day i heaved my guts up. So i couldn't eat without being sick. So that carried on till Sunday when i only threw up 3 times. The nicest thing was, was that my nanna came up with my mum on the saturday, and my boyfriend came to see me with some beautiful flowers. I felt even worse when all i wanted to do was sleep through their visit.

So today i was allowed to go home, bak to middlesbrough where my mum could keep an eye on me. Feeling a whole lot better which is the main thing