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Hey.
I'm stuck in Amsterdam. And my throat is worse than ever. And more people than ever read my blog!
So yeah. There's a strike in Belgium which takes place today, on all trains to and from Brussel. Even buses and metro will stand still. I had heard about this but didn't consider this a problem since I was gonna go back to Brussel yesterday. However when I arrive in good time for the last train to depart, they had recieved a message saying that the strike had started and the train wouldn't go further than Antwerpen. The next train wouldn't take off until tuesday.
Luckily Diederik had followed me to the station and he said that it was okey to stay another two days.
And later in the evening my throat inflated so I could hardly speak or eat. Just occasionally swollowing my own saliva needed mental preparation cause of the pain. Finally after brushing my teeth before going to bed I slowly opened my mouth and checked in the mirror. My left tonsil was twice the size of my right one, taking upp around 60% of my throat. Bear in mind that would by logic mean that the other tonsil would take up 30% of my throat, leaving me with 10 painful percent to breath and swollow.
Painkillers and bags of ice help somewhat. Something tells me I should see a doctor and get antibiotics, think I'll do that when I'm back in Waffleland.
Apart from that I had a great weekend with Diederik and his friends, involving a lot of beer, some guitar hero and Apple bottom jeans (and boots with the fur).
I'm stuck in Amsterdam. And my throat is worse than ever. And more people than ever read my blog!
So yeah. There's a strike in Belgium which takes place today, on all trains to and from Brussel. Even buses and metro will stand still. I had heard about this but didn't consider this a problem since I was gonna go back to Brussel yesterday. However when I arrive in good time for the last train to depart, they had recieved a message saying that the strike had started and the train wouldn't go further than Antwerpen. The next train wouldn't take off until tuesday.
Luckily Diederik had followed me to the station and he said that it was okey to stay another two days.
And later in the evening my throat inflated so I could hardly speak or eat. Just occasionally swollowing my own saliva needed mental preparation cause of the pain. Finally after brushing my teeth before going to bed I slowly opened my mouth and checked in the mirror. My left tonsil was twice the size of my right one, taking upp around 60% of my throat. Bear in mind that would by logic mean that the other tonsil would take up 30% of my throat, leaving me with 10 painful percent to breath and swollow.
Painkillers and bags of ice help somewhat. Something tells me I should see a doctor and get antibiotics, think I'll do that when I'm back in Waffleland.
Apart from that I had a great weekend with Diederik and his friends, involving a lot of beer, some guitar hero and Apple bottom jeans (and boots with the fur).
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Postat av: Ted
Min älskade tös :( Jag kommer och kidnappar dig, nu!
Postat av: sandi
Apple bottom jeans is the shit!
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