Hello!
I believe my last
blog post was a while ago...The past week or so has been kind of
hectic (or maybe I'm just using this as an excuse to defend my
non-bloggatry). (?)
To be honest,
everything feels a bit jumbled up and hectic because of the fact I'm
leaving for France in a few days (and I'm not reaaallllly prepared!
Shh...don't tell Southampton University that).
I am arriving into
Paris Gare du Nord at 20:50 on Wednesday evening and then I will make
my way to my small village outside of Paris where my appartment is.
This is all that is fixed so far: everything else like finding a
fridge and opening a bank account is not.
But anyway, my last
week in the UK has been fun. This weekend I took a much-needed trip
down to Southampton for a few days to rest & recuperate chez
Gordon Avenue. I say Rest & Recuperate because this
week...something very abnormal happened to me and I had to go to
hospital (which never ever happens to me...I am so bad at going to
hospital it's been 2 years in Southampton and still I am not
registered with a GP yet).
So
OK, I will start from the beginning. The other day I walking back
home down our road (our neighbourhood at home) and there was loads of
rain/wind/generally crap weather and in a particularly horrible gust
of wind a small piece of something flew into my eyeball. It really
hurt and I couldn't get it out. In short, it felt as though a small
tiny beast had lodged under my eyelid and was trying to set up camp.
But
I couldn't find it and tried for ages to get it out but in the end I
just assumed that it was nothing more than a scratch the pain I was
experiencing was a result of a bruised eyeball. My mum said to go to
the eye hospital (not like she knows anything specific about eyes
anyway) and fortunately there is an eye hospital specifically
dedicated to eyes in Manchester. Unfortunately, it closes at 8pm. So
I had to go the following morning instead (AT THE CRACK OF DAWN!!!!)
to escape the hospital queues. That night's sleep was NOT the best
I've experienced. Every 30 minutes when I began to start sleeping
deeply (when your eyes start moving rapidly) I woke up because it was
agonizingly painful.
So
the following morning, I went straight to the eye hospital and I
could barely open my injured eye (well, I usually have trouble
opening my eyes anyway AT THE CRACK OF DAWN ha ha). But I only had to
wait a little while until the eye nurse saw me and kindly checked my
poor little eye and discovered a PIECE OF BARK! It was
eurghhh....bleurghh...
It
was more that I couldn't believe a piece of bark that big had been
lodged in my eye all night without me even realising. Well when I say
big, I don't mean plank-of-wood type size, I mean big for my eyeball.
She gave me medicated eyedrops, which even I understand means
“eyedrops that work” as opposed to Ibruprofen which rarely works.
So the pain went away within a few days, but my left eye resembles
this:
So
I guess I might be “a la mode”, considering vampires have made a
massive comeback these past few years. And it has turned a few heads,
raised a few questions – to which I haven't yet thought of a more
creative response than the truth.
But
I suppose from afar it simply looks like I've smoked a little too
much weed.
Anyhow, I have been
back in our old house at Gordon Avenue, spending some quality time
with old housemates and friends, doing the park run at Southampton
Common (and not blacking out, contrary to what I expected), doing a
Sainsburys' shop one last time, getting locked out of the house (for
the first time) and just generally being a student in a shared house
(something I won't have at all next year considering I am living
alone).
Sunny Southampton! (Compared to freezing Manchester..)
The park.
We had a game of mini-golf in town one fine afternoon.
...culminating in some over-enthusiastic golf-club-swinging...
Our student house has been renovated over the summer and I just can't believe I am missing out on this shower next year...
And yes, I did feel
very nostalgic (I couldn't quite bring myself to go to my beloved
Avenue Campus for fear that it would bring back too many joyous
memories) and I did feel very sad not to be joining my housemates in
one more year of wonderful student antics. But I also feel excited
(and intermittently apprehensive) about the upcoming “First Week In
France”. My main fear is probably organizing life. Ie. Acquiring
furniture, doing official things like registering with all the
various bureaus and social security blah blah blahs.
But that is all. I
will have to update my blog the week after I arrive in France. With
photos of fridges...and mattresses...
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