The Worst Week of My Life

I feel at the moment, like my life has been like an episode of that BBC comedy series 'The Worst Week of My Life' It seems this holiday has been one catastrophe after another.

First we get home and I go straight back to work, which in itself is not a bad thing, just highly tiring. But we get to Tuesday, and while delivering pharmacy items for work, I am involved in a car crash. Yes, you read it right. A delightful young man drove into the back of me. There isn't a great deal of damage to the car, and I'm no longer hurt- had very slight mild whip lash. But still was pretty traumatic as was already having the day from hell. Working with the pharmacist from hell, driving for 3 hours getting very lost.
That week did not however get better, I was already ill and taking rubbishy antibiotics and so was pretty tired and so having to carry on working every day and getting shouted at by patients for things that weren't my fault were not appreciated. I had every intention on screaming at patients to just go away and find someone else to complain to, because it's not my fault I cannot help them so just leave me alone.

I thought the first week of the holidays going a bit pear shaped was enough and then christmas would be lovely. 2 days off work to relax and chill out with the famille and stop being so tired. However it did not quite work out like that.
Tuesday evening I start getting stomach cramps and just put it down to trapped wind or something. Only it didn't go away and come Christmas eve at work I am in agony trying to stop myself shouting at people for making me do work when all I wanted to do was curl up and die.
It gets to 4pm, things are really starting to hurt, mum is in Maidenhead so I tell her of my pain, we go back to work and it is decided that I will be sent home early. I go home, but not before I must sit in the ASDA car park for about an hour in said pain, trying anything to get comfy in the car... for anyone who may have seen me in this car park on Wednesday evening, I apologise for my undignified seating position... sprawling across the front two seats with a handbrake up my back isn't quite how I imagined spending christmas eve, but it seemed to work for the time.
Things just carried on getting more painful until the sickness came on :(
Christmas day arrives and I feel better, so we go to Grandma and Grandad's as planned and I eat dinner, and christmas pudding... which was a biiig mistake. We have a relapse and I spend the evening not being very well and Grandma threatening to call an ambulance... which I felt was quite unnecessary, people get stomach bugs all the time and do not call ambulances.

Anyhow, boxing day I spend the whole day either in bed or slumped on the sofa watching tv. Now today I feel a lot better and feel I may now even be able to venture towards the shower and get clean and dressed :)

Lets hope the second half of my holidays are not quite as disasterous.
Come on 2009, give me some good health please?

I do hope everyone else had lovely christmasses.