Tonsillitis

got a bad case of tonsillitis over the weekend and i can never get over how excruciatingly painful it is to get through it. i mainly spent friday night, saturday and sunday in bed sleeping and waking up crying because of the pure physical discomfort. the fever, the act of even drinking water, the throat, the swollen tonsils, head aches, body aches and chills. it's been a hell of a weekend fighting tonsillitis. i'm just glad i managed to get 2 days off from work to really stay home and recuperate. i've been thinking and not thinking of a lot of things. and i guess this is probably why my mother used to say, "students have all the time in the world to think too much." and there's some truth in that. i barely have the time to myself to really sit down and absorb a lot of what i've been exposed to. it's sort of living life and watching it pass you by at the same time, which is a little bit ignorant. but would this be considered part of the hustle? i also now see why people can't seem to get off work even though they're on MC. i was on my work laptop on both days just checking up on emails and i've gotten plenty of my colleagues on skype asking me to f off and rest up, which is sweet, really. i've grown to appreciate them a little bit more now. i met nat today, and it felt so good catching up with old friends from melbourne. there's always a little magic in rekindling fond memories and hearing new stories of friends in melbourne and all their adventures. it's been a tiring weekend, and i'm glad i've came out of this tonsillitis shit alive. i miss everything about being free, and the MC helped a bit with the resting so i'm glad. 

i haven't been writing because i haven't been thinking. i miss writing. but it's good (??) that i've stopped thinking so much?