Swimming

I went swimming yesterday and man am I unfit... well who could blame me I mean I have been in and out of hospital for the past two years. But I swear, I only swam for a half and hour and when I got out to get into the jacuzzi (which was WAY too hot) my legs felt like jelly... the unset jelly kind. I could barely walk!

You have no idea how bored I am right now. I really think I'm just going to have to whip out the school books and do some more studying and just not tell the mother. I mean I have to Transport and Gas Exchange in Plants in Biology still, so maybe I'll work on that- Could be fun. I also still have to finish Management In The 21st Century in Business... I'm not going to lie to you- that is boring. I don't think I've ever told you about my incredibly boring and dull Business teacher. God he is irritating. When he talks his voice never changes, it never goes up and it never goes down... do you know incredibly, mind-blowingly boring that is when you have to listen to it for an hour and ten minutes three feckin' times a week? And at the end of the year HE was giving out to US because usually he has 13 chapters finished by the end of the year and instead he only had 10... well maybe if you didn't keep going back to Entrepreneurs to talk about your God Richard Branson this wouldn't happen- man he is an idiot!

Seen as nothing (besides me going swimming has happened, I think I'll tell you about some of the patients that have been in my various wards in the hospital) For my very first visit there was this absolutely stark, raving MAD woman. Every morning she done herself up to the last using a mirror that had lights around it- c'mon who brings a mirror to the hospital? And why bother putting make-up when your still wearing your PJs? Now this woman who was about 60 my uncle came into visit who was 37 at the time and after he left she started talking about how much she fancied him? and I mean- why tell me? Then another day she put bloody Art Garfunkel in the DVD player and turned it up really loud and started dancing around the ward to it- I kid you not! But what really bugged about the old hag was that she told the nurses that I hadn't eaten a scrap WHEN IT WAS NONE OF HER BUSINESS!!!! Besides, I hadn't even been diagnosed at this stage therefore I wasn't getting any treatment... so how the hell would I be able to eat anything... stupid cow. Besides all that she was a flippin hypochondriac and anytime someone new would come into the ward she always had something ten times worse than them. Who actually gets satisfaction out of saying they're sicker than someone else? Weird- it's beyond me.

Anyway, I've got myself all angry thinking about that old hag... so I'm going to read some John Grisham and then, possibly study!!!

Later

Sal