Sorry for my sudden disappearance... although i'm not quite sure who i'm apologising to since not that many of you actually comment or question my whereabouts.
But for those few who have wondered, i am alive.
I've just been sick.
Self-diagnosis says i could have had glandular fever since i had practically all the symptoms. But my fever remained in the mid 38˚C range and it didn't get that dangerously high, so i didn't worry.
But for all i know i just got another case of the flu.
J bought me some Wick MediNait which helped knock me out. It soothed the pains and softened the headache. And although my throat is still very sore, have issues gulping and my vision is somewhat blurry, this morning i could actually make it sitting upright. That is, without wanting to curl up into a ball and proclaim i felt like death was upon me.
I know, so drama right?
Anyway, i have a massive deadline next week and the week after and it's starting to make me nervous as i'm not yet close to being finished and the other i have yet to start.
But before i get wrapped up in that, let's see if i can recap the last week in brief...
Last weekend started off rocky, J was super stressed with work and as usual he bottled it up. And so whilst he turned to his little Battle Ships game to unwind, i chose to ignore him.
We had plans on going to Movie World on Saturday which would be about an hour and half's drive from where we live but as we were running around town doing errands we opted to take a rain check on it. And instead i accompanied J and bought him two new jackets and a fleece hoodie.
In the evening we decided to drive to Bielefeld, which is the nearest city to where we live and about 20 minutes away, to see if there was a decent club playing tech-house or something similar that we could go to. We knew of another dance club but were told that the dress code was strict and guys had to wear proper dress shoes.
Dress shoes? To a dance club? Yes.
Total yuppy central and definitely not our cuppa tea.
So we decided to go to Gallery Club and everything about the place was so posh. Entrance was 6 Euros and if you want something hung in the wardrobe it's another Euro. We ended up staying as long as a double shot of vodka and redbull could last.
It was a Electro / Shouts / Tech-house night [i think] and looking at the handful of people who were there, they looked like they were all sixteen playing dress up. There was a R&B room and everything was laid out in white.
We didn't know what 'Shouts' meant but soon figured out it was the MC singing along and what sounded like his version of a bad rap.
It was annoying.
And i just wanted him to stop.
We then tried our luck at another club and even stood in line with our hoodies and scarves for a good half an hour. Wedged between teenagers who were much taller than us and wearing close to nothing when it was just 5˚C.
Silly girls, they should know better!
We then came to our senses and thought, what if the music is really shit inside, then we would have wasted all this time standing outside.
And so we left the line and didn't look back.
Frustrated that there wasn't anywhere to go, we decided to drive to Duesseldorf [which was a good hour and a half away] and headed to Rheingold. At least there we knew the place and lately, we've had luck when it comes to the music.
We met up with some friends and there were no bitches or negative vibes - well not towards me or J, so that's good. And apparently, those regulars who have a tendency to give me the evil stares when i'm dancing weren't there that night, which made my night even better.
So i danced the night away and was able to release all the built up stress. And which probably explains why i am sick this week. Or maybe i caught it off that guy who claimed to be sick after i shook his hand.
Hmmpf.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
So the next day J checks his bank account online and notices that his account is empty. Which can't be since he didn't withdraw that much money and for once he actually had money saved this month.
But it turned out he was a victim of card skimming.
Somebody had manipulated one of the ATMs in the city, which then gathered his [and however many other victims'] details and managed to take money out of the accounts. After going to the bank personally, J found out that they had stolen a total of 500 Euros and had withdrawn the money on Saturday in Holland.
We went to the police station on Tuesday to make a report and it took two very long hours. In which time my stomach couldn't stop gurgling and making noise. The female officer kept looking over at me. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Turns out there were two other couples at the station, making a report as well. They looked far more dressed up than we were and i'm sure they had a shit load more money missing in their accounts.
Now J just has to wait for his bank to return him his money.
So yea, that was my week. Let's hope this weekend won't be as drama.
But for those few who have wondered, i am alive.
I've just been sick.
Self-diagnosis says i could have had glandular fever since i had practically all the symptoms. But my fever remained in the mid 38˚C range and it didn't get that dangerously high, so i didn't worry.
But for all i know i just got another case of the flu.
J bought me some Wick MediNait which helped knock me out. It soothed the pains and softened the headache. And although my throat is still very sore, have issues gulping and my vision is somewhat blurry, this morning i could actually make it sitting upright. That is, without wanting to curl up into a ball and proclaim i felt like death was upon me.
I know, so drama right?
Anyway, i have a massive deadline next week and the week after and it's starting to make me nervous as i'm not yet close to being finished and the other i have yet to start.
But before i get wrapped up in that, let's see if i can recap the last week in brief...
Last weekend started off rocky, J was super stressed with work and as usual he bottled it up. And so whilst he turned to his little Battle Ships game to unwind, i chose to ignore him.
We had plans on going to Movie World on Saturday which would be about an hour and half's drive from where we live but as we were running around town doing errands we opted to take a rain check on it. And instead i accompanied J and bought him two new jackets and a fleece hoodie.
In the evening we decided to drive to Bielefeld, which is the nearest city to where we live and about 20 minutes away, to see if there was a decent club playing tech-house or something similar that we could go to. We knew of another dance club but were told that the dress code was strict and guys had to wear proper dress shoes.
Dress shoes? To a dance club? Yes.
Total yuppy central and definitely not our cuppa tea.
So we decided to go to Gallery Club and everything about the place was so posh. Entrance was 6 Euros and if you want something hung in the wardrobe it's another Euro. We ended up staying as long as a double shot of vodka and redbull could last.
It was a Electro / Shouts / Tech-house night [i think] and looking at the handful of people who were there, they looked like they were all sixteen playing dress up. There was a R&B room and everything was laid out in white.
We didn't know what 'Shouts' meant but soon figured out it was the MC singing along and what sounded like his version of a bad rap.
It was annoying.
And i just wanted him to stop.
We then tried our luck at another club and even stood in line with our hoodies and scarves for a good half an hour. Wedged between teenagers who were much taller than us and wearing close to nothing when it was just 5˚C.
Silly girls, they should know better!
We then came to our senses and thought, what if the music is really shit inside, then we would have wasted all this time standing outside.
And so we left the line and didn't look back.
Frustrated that there wasn't anywhere to go, we decided to drive to Duesseldorf [which was a good hour and a half away] and headed to Rheingold. At least there we knew the place and lately, we've had luck when it comes to the music.
We met up with some friends and there were no bitches or negative vibes - well not towards me or J, so that's good. And apparently, those regulars who have a tendency to give me the evil stares when i'm dancing weren't there that night, which made my night even better.
So i danced the night away and was able to release all the built up stress. And which probably explains why i am sick this week. Or maybe i caught it off that guy who claimed to be sick after i shook his hand.
Hmmpf.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
So the next day J checks his bank account online and notices that his account is empty. Which can't be since he didn't withdraw that much money and for once he actually had money saved this month.
But it turned out he was a victim of card skimming.
Somebody had manipulated one of the ATMs in the city, which then gathered his [and however many other victims'] details and managed to take money out of the accounts. After going to the bank personally, J found out that they had stolen a total of 500 Euros and had withdrawn the money on Saturday in Holland.
We went to the police station on Tuesday to make a report and it took two very long hours. In which time my stomach couldn't stop gurgling and making noise. The female officer kept looking over at me. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Turns out there were two other couples at the station, making a report as well. They looked far more dressed up than we were and i'm sure they had a shit load more money missing in their accounts.
Now J just has to wait for his bank to return him his money.
So yea, that was my week. Let's hope this weekend won't be as drama.
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