Yesterday, I learnt how to make chicken curry, and how to make apple sauce (Not for the same dish I should point out).
After having a lie down to recover from all that excitement, I came to a realisation. Croydon is boring.
There, I said it.
Uni is over, and I'm home. Home, where there's nothing to do. Super duper.
Having ended a relationship with a guy who in all honestly was too good for me, I've realised there really isn't much back home for me. Growing up loving my small sleepy town, it turns out, as a Uni graduate, that really isn't too appealing. Whodaknown ey?
Well, I say nothing, that's a lie. Next week holds a heap of excitement for me. Hospital visits galore and tests a plenty. Welcome home to me...
I figured, go big or go home. From blood tests, to MRI's to ultrasounds, to some weird enzyme test, 'gimme the lot!' I said.
That's a lie. The doctor said 'give her the lot!', I whimpered and mentally broke down. Not that I'm not super excited. Bring on the tests!
Just one thing to remember: hospital gowns are backless... [see post title].
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