Being Ill

It's my half term break from college this week. Normally I love them. However, this week:

My mum and dad get monday off work. This means I don't get the house to myself. Thankfully my boyfriend is here keeping me company so I wouldn't be doing work and needing some peace and quiet anyway.

Tuesday, my boyfriend goes home. I walk him to the train station in the blistering freezing cold and consequently get a really sore throat. I choose to avoid work today, because I deserve it.

Wednesday I wake up feeling like complete death. Somehow overnight my head has blocked up itself completely and I can't b reathe through my nose and drinking or eating makes me feel sick. However, I still have to go to work so I walk across town to get to my work place. When I finally get home I realise it's my mum's day off work (again) so once again I don't have the house to myself and she uses the computer all day so I can't do work.

Thursday morning I 'wake' up. I used the word wake lightly because I barely slept from not being able to breathe. Once again, mum has another day off work and the same thing happens. I just about manage to get a *little* bit of work done, but nowhere near as much as I ought to.

Friday morning- It's about 7am and my nostrils have *just* cleared themselves enough for me to be able to sleep. My dad's alarm goes off. God knows how, but I get to sleep. At 8:30am our cleaner comes to work and occupies herself by slamming every single door in the house. By 9am I realise it's no good and drag myself out of bed feeling like death- and worse, I discover Dad has a day off again.

Now, I love my family but my god, i need my space. A couple of hours ago I had enough and just burst into tears about how I feel even more stressed out than I did before the break. All I can think about is how I need a break, and how I'm just not going to get one.

Good god help me.