Last Day in England

I made the decision to go home last night. i decided to go over to Heathrow and talk to a human and change my ticket. my mother transferred money for me in case i have to buy a whole new ticket. Hopefully they'll just let me change it, but we'll have to see. Last night i got really sick and today im staying in bed, forcing liquids and peeing every 5 minutes. i try to tell myself that everytime i pee i get a fraction better, which i suppose is true, i just need to flush my system as much as possible. i dont like flying as it is, but flying with a horrible cold would be too much. i barely slept last night because i was so sick and feverish. when i did sleep i had nightmares. one was about forgetting the Fanta for my brother. Another was completely in Shakespearean verse. Hardly restful. i am feeling better, only my head hurts now. barely a dull throb. i am still coughing but the dry heaves seem to have all but stopped. my nose is still running pretty badly, but thats the screensaver mode for my nose. joe called this morning at 9 which we had talked about. He was going to give me my old flight information so i could change it. he told me that he decided he wanted to come with me, which is fine. the real blessing is that i had enough presence of mind to ask him to go out and buy me some medicine and tissues. he was very obliging and got me everything but cough medicine. i also had a fever earlier this morning but it seems to have broken. For a while i tried to nap, but it didnt really work. then i read for a while and listened to music and my dad reading "Wee Free Men" on my ipod. i finally sat up and turned on the light which seems to make me feel a bit better, though a trifle dizzy. maybe i should eat something. maybe ill do that next. turn on the tv and have a snack, sounds good.