Terrifying ordeal!

I didn't mean to fail fully just because I missed one post by 5 minutes and I'm positive that somewhere yesterday I typed up about my day.

6 and a half hours of art with pasta lunch at a half way point and duck for tea. Tada!
Oh and beat the Elite Four.

Today however was a whole different type of dramatic experience. Which now, at 5pm, seems distant and far fetched and dreamlike but I assure you the following scenario is 100% real, did happen and frightened me quite a bit.

The most unlikely thing is that this all occurred because I decided to go jogging. I decided this because my leg circumference has visibly increased and because I never do anything and because Marissa has taken up jogging and it made me feel a bit terrible for being so lazy when she is ever so energetic.

So, by 8 this morning James and I were attired in suitable clothing, refilled lucozade bottles in hand, ready to go. I envisioned a failure that would consist of barely a minute running, panting and possible stitch/collapse. With a blast of MoM in one ear and James' encouraging words I made it to the first road crossing where we stopped to let a car past, no problem, a short walk and we did a few sections jog/walk/jog/walk with me breathing heavily and getting gradually itchyer.

Now, this skin thing I've had while at Uni seems to be diagnosed as exzema every time I see a doctor and so that is how I treat it but I've become aware that it is brought on (the unscratchable ITCH) by sudden feelings of hotness. So bearing this in mind I thought that sweating a bit when running would make me itch but nothing that a good shower won't take away. However by the time we hit the 3/4 round campus mark my arms had a strange texture to them and I was feeling the urge to claw my entire skin off. We walked back to mine (with one last attempt to jog and take my mind off it) just in time for me to feel extremely odd by the lift. I was drinking my water slowly thinking hydration was the key but I pretty much stumbled to my door whereapon it was knowledge of my room and slight guidance from James that let my hit the bed and not the floor. I was seeing white splotches and it felt like my feet wanted to climb up to my head.

After a short rest the itchy skanky feeling hadn't gone away but I trusted my feet so I went to attempt a shower. Bad move it seems as this just sent me all dizzy and fainty again and this time I brought a shower of water with me across my room to the bed. At this point I'm thinking "I'll never make it to my Psychology lecture, I'm dying!" This was not the case (the feeling of dying that is) for much longer as I was determined to not let this ruin my day and to get better. Creams applied I curled up on the bed feeling a bit hopeless and probably scaring James to a high degree. I was fed small chunks of banana brownie by James who said it would bring my sugar up (probably ruining any of the jogging progress but who cared I was ILL!). James decided that is was in my best interest to stay in bed and recover for a good while while he watched over me. I think this was a splendid move on his side yet it meant he missed TWO whole lectures.

By 12:30 I felt quite ok and ate a whole can of orange and grapefruit segments and the rest of the cucumber from last night's duck pancakes. (Which by the way are a splendid ALDI deal).

I read up my PinE work and headed to pick up my Lab report from last term that I had handed in in LATE FEBRUARY. An M1 low for that so that's good seeing as I put very little effort into (this effort being all I could muster in a week, the week after New York).

My seminar was alright is, we talked about bullying and how girls are bitchy and boys violent, the crossovers and gun crime. A way to brighten up my day... not.

I came over to the art studios (which is where I have typed this) and this is not procrastination, this is valid use of time because I'm typing this in between sorting and resizing photos on word and they're taking forever as it seems to half crash at every click.

Tonight we're having a BBQ with SSAGO so I've decided to stay here and sort out these photos until just before 7, then head to the right room for the emergency election we're holding first.

I shall end here as I have written far too much for one day!

TOODLES!