Week 5 – Friday
08.28.09
Didn’t wake up until half eleven. Head banging. I don’t even remember getting home last night. Come to think of it I don’t remember very much. Rex came into my room with a cup of tea and scrambled eggs on toast. He told me I had started acting funny at about ten thirty and then I passed out so he brought me home. He was very concerned about me so he stayed on the sofa. What a great friend. He said I was babbling on about my mother being kept in Spain forever and that my sister was a hypochondriac. He said I had not showed myself up as he got me away from everyone before I got any worse.
Apparently Manda copped off with Gus and Tracey got Mitchell set up in a gay club. I told Rex I remember him saying that he thought Mark had used me as an experiment. His theory is based on the fact that I am the polar opposite of Jennifer, I am one hundred percent working class, I have several flaws (Mainly my hair, shortness, flat chestedness.) I told Rex that I thought he said I was very attractive. He said of course you are but you are real and not plastic like Mercedes and Jennifer. I assured him that Mark also very down to earth, and despite having buff body and good looks, he too has flaws. Rex demanded to know so I confided in him about webbed feet, occasional unbearable noise when he is eating and slightly smelly feet. Rex said he was aroused at the thought of webbed feet.
After we had caught up with the previous nights events, Rex went home in a taxi and I had a lovely bath with calming lavender oil to soothe my frazzled nerves. I also took three milk thistle tablets to cleanse liver. I have vague memories of downing cocktails in one bar last night.
Went on google to check whether I have done permanent damage by taking prozac with alcohol but there was nothing to suggest one couldn’t drink whilst taking them. I took another two and had a sandwich (monster munch in a buttered bun always hits the spot when hung over).
Decided to check my emails. Big mistake. When I read them I had to rush o the loo with the runs. The stress of seeing Anita’s emails (6) made my irritable bowel syndrome flare up.
I was gripping my stomach as I absorbed what she was saying. Mum had got into a heated debate with the police and they had arrested her for assaulting a policeman without due provocation. Anita says in her other emails that mum is refusing to speak to either her or Ivan so can me or dad sort this out by ringing the British embassy ?
I emailed her straight back and advised her to have a word with their holiday rep to see if they could do anything first.
I have had to go for a lie down. My nerves are in shreds, my stomach killing, my hangover horrendous despite monster munch and I still can’t stop thinking about Mark.
Tags: hypochondriac, Irritable Bowel syndrome, lovely bath with calming lavender oil, webbed feet
