My loooong weekend...

I took a day off on Thursday, because my eyes were red and tired, the back of both my knees were hurting and my right arm with its numbness was still there - making me fear for the worse.

So, i visited my doctor.

While waiting for about 20 minutes in the waiting room...i finally got to see my doctor and he gave me a prescription for some eye drops, told me to stretch my hamstrings, and told me that i had a pinched nerve but it was minor, yet he gave me a script in case my arms became worse and therefore i would need to get an x-ray.

It seems i also picked up a viral infection while in the waiting room of my doctor's surgery. Because on Friday i left work early on the account of my throat was aching and my body was hurting all over.

I stayed home on Saturday, Sunday, and come Monday i was relieved that it was a public holiday because it was on Monday that my viral infection was really heavy. You know how your nose can be congested at the same time as it is running? Well, i had that. I was lucky, i wasnt coughing, i didnt have a huge headache, it was just the simultaneous nasal congestion combined with the running nose.

I woke up on Tuesday unable to breathe but quickly reached for my box of tissues because my nose was running...i thought about going in to work, and then i thought i would be shitted if a person came to work and they had tissue stuffed up their nose cos it wouldnt stop running...and i decided that i would stay at home, because i didnt want to be the person that everyone hates for spreading their germs! And i didnt want to be grabbing for a tissue every 20 seconds to wipe my bloody nose. I wouldnt get any work done.

With my stuffed up nasal voice, i called all my managers and each one must have been relieved that i wasnt around to spread what i had to them.

I spent my long weekend watching DVDs.

I started to watch Samurai Champloo...but after the 2nd episode i was falling asleep...so i went to bed to actually fall asleep, but when i got to bed, i couldnt sleep, so i just laid their listening to my nano. When i finally got up i thought i would watch Sex and the City again. It makes me laugh and cry and feel so many emotions...I had finished the whole series on Thursday...so i started from Season 1 again.

The next day i tried to watch movies...but there was nothing that interested me. So, it was back to the series.

I'm a glutton for punishment.

But this time, i picked up new things that i didnt the first time around.

In my overdrugged state, i had moments where i was lucid and lightbulbs had gone off in my head.

I may dress in a monochromatic fashion, but i would love to wear a technicolour dream coat.

I will never be a plain jane, for crying out loud, i love art! Not because it is pretty to look at. I love art because of the way it makes me feel. I love watching artists create their work. I love the smearing of paint to form a vision to behold. I appreciate with gratitude that someone has put their time and effort into creating something that is so expressive, that it communicates on so many levels...

I am weird. I am a geek. I am artsy. I am a conservative waiting to break free.

I might have straight black hair and simple brown eyes, but i love my rose tinted sunglasses and what they do for me when i look at my monochromatic world on the weekends through those lenses.

I understand now, that i may appear very simple and easy to understand, but i am complex. He probably tried to work with it. But im a force that he just couldnt contain. He couldnt change me. And it grieved him as much as me that he failed on his mission to do so. I think he realised this. Its funny to me now, because I have always said to him that if you truly love someone, you would set them free.

And he did it.

He loved me enough to set me free.

I am wild and passionate about many things and i am constantly looking for adventure and excitement. He knew he couldnt keep me. I am not ready to be tamed.

We break up and the first thing i do is plan my Europe Trip of a lifetime. I set out to do things with my independent self. Partly so that i could forget about him, but mostly because they are things that i have yet to fulfil and have always wanted to do.

His decision must have been based on a forked road. And he chose the road less travelled. In some ways, i owe him many thanks.