Because Dunedin can’t rid itself of me forever

I’m in Dunedin, with nothing to report except that I’ve been buried away in my studio room for the past two weeks with a head cold. I have sought relief in nasal spray, and despite starting on my second box of tissues I’m finally seeing the end to all the mucus. Only I now seem to have fallen victim to a sinus infection! I know this because my entire face hurts. Underneath my cheekbones I imagine a pulsating sea of bacteria and probably even more mucus (it’s EVERYWHERE). CUE MY DISPLEASURE. Give me another week of this fresher flu crap and I’ll be amputating my entire head because it’s causing me too much grief, gdi.

Lectures have of course started up again this week, and I’ve fronted up to a grand total of … one. I also bailed fifteen minutes early when the lecturer decided to spring an impromptu share-your-answers-with-the-class thing on us. WHAT. After every summer that I spend in isolation I always need to relearn how to be social and quit being afraid of everything – this time I haven’t been outside for anything more than a few doctor’s appointments since October. When you’re still congratulating yourself for surviving a conversation with a shop assistant, public speaking is a tad beyond me right now! Escitalopram does work, it should be said; I probably couldn’t have handled Dunedin’s packed streets during course approval if I was on loxamine or sertraline, so … that’s something? And fun fact: yes, it was (social) anxiety which brought on the crazy times of 2011/2010. Now, there’s anxiety and then there’s the habits/instincts that years of anxiety impose on you. Pills don’t fix the latter, but escitalopram has me tough enough to start dealing with them nonetheless. If you ignore what happened during the above lecture, that is. ;D WHY CAN’T I BE NORMAL.

More things: I am quite happy with my studio room! I rarely hear anyone speak English and we are forbidden from having parties, and as I am inclined to do there’ll inevitably be a post giving you guys a Grand Tour. AND MUM STOP READING HERE because I may or may not have started playing a certain Assassin’s Creed: Revelations. At last. This franchise gets more beautiful and realistic with each game and UGHH I want to send love letters to every single person at Ubisoft! I was going to wait until the end of the year when it’d cost just ~$25, but right now it’s perfect at letting me hide from my mucus-filled reality. I REGRET NOTHING.

Ultimately it’s been a strange and sluggish couple of weeks, knowing that I should probably blog because I’m in a ~new stage of life~ (ish), but nothing has been happening. So there you have it, a quick update of sorts! Out of 10, how glad are you to know about the state of my nose? And as I go back to prodding my sore face and hanging out with Oldzio Olditore, check this out – it’s my favourite song as of a few hours ago. DUBSTEP FOR CLASSY PEOPLE.