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Day 3

I have the flu.

I felt the snuffle and sore throat coming on the night before, but now it well and truly has me in it's gooey grip.

My aching teeth are now joined by aching sinuses, blowing my nose makes my teeth feel like they're going to fly out everywhere.

I want to eat, but I can't. I overcook a lasagne and hope it's soft enough to awkwardly suck down, it is, just. I wonder if I should get a medicalarm.

All plans to leave the house are off. Kiwi friends are in town playing a punk rock show, I desperately want to go, but there's just no way. I think about going to the shop for the usual sick swag of painkillers, strepsils and vitamin C, but am not up to it.

My wedding date harangues a friend of ours to bring over some supplies and I am so grateful. What a hero. I want to get him knighted in the new years honours list.

She also instructs him to bring orthodontic wax, something no-one had told me about. You roll it up into little balls and put it over the part of your braces that are cutting your face up, genius! It works like a charm and despite any assertions it is mint flavoured (which are utter, utter lies), it works brilliantly.

Why did no-one mention this before?!

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