I'm ill and not "Where's All My Money Gone, Why Do I Smell Of Kebabs And What's This Traffic Cone Doing In My Bed" kind of ill.
More of a "If I Still Had A Job I'd Be Coughing Into The Air Conditioning Before Taking Full Advantage Of The Company Sick Pay Scheme" kind of ill which of course is infinately worse but at least I'm legally allowed to bitch about it without smug looks from people eating Fry Ups.
But aside from suffering from Death less than a week before a 20 hour flight all is well. Blood Thinning preparations have begun with an asprin a day taken with half a litre of vodka.
There are enough things in Australia that can kill you without adding Deep Vein Thrombosis to the list, I'm not taking any chances.
Nope, no chances at all.
*hic*
Usually Involves Cake
