I woke up today all ready to go to work. It wasn't until I got out of bed that I realised how sick I still felt. I decided to stay home for another day. The weather outside was so bad, and it was raining continuous. After calling my workplace, I had something to eat so I wouldn't be taking my meds on an empty stomach. I fell asleep again.

Was woken up to the sound of someone fidgeting with the front door's lock. I opened the door and there stood Pranav. He was on the phone to the estate agent and in his hand, he was holding his key. Or half of it. Turns out the key split in half as he was turning the lock. He didn't even know I'd called in sick. I can imagine how it would've been if we had both been out and this happened, how were we to enter the house? I really believe we are always where we're supposed to be. Always.

After making several calls to the estate agent and the locksmith (we said would have to shell out £90 to change the locks, as it is our responsibility),Pranav went out to meet his friends. I then called home to greet Bea happy birthday. I called my mom's cell and a guy answered. It was my brother Punch. Or I thought it was Punch. He couldn't hear me apparently and just as I was wondering why he was answering my mom's phone, he ends the call after telling me I had the wrong number. What?! I called home and turns out my parents were out. After talking to Bea, I asked her to pass the phone to her dad. Punch told me he never spoke to me, and that my mom and dad were out so he couldn't really answer my mom's phone. who did I just talk to??! Sounded so much like him! Freaky.

As we were trying to figure that strange call out, someone was fiddling with the front door again. This time, no key was being used. Someone was literally inserting an envelope-like thing and trying to pick the lock! I ran to the door and got the shock of my life to find the locksmiths standing there. They were as shocked to see me as they thought no one would be home. When I asked how they got into the building, they told me they picked the lock to the security entrance. Oh my goodness! They were actually able to fix the lock in less than 5 minutes. They were quite good and charged me only £70.50 inclusive of VAT.

My GP finally had a slot for me so I got ready and rushed to the clinic (here we say surgery, I dunno why). Everytime my doctor sees me, he always mentions my previous workplace(s) and always thinks I come from Thailand. No matter how many times I correct him, he forgets anyway. After I say, "Doc, I'm from the Philippines!" he says, "Oh! yes, yes, I forgot! It's just that you're the fattest Filipino I've ever come across with". Ganyan. Each and every single time. It could be worse. You should hear what he says to Pranav. Today, he was giving me another form to take to have yet another blood test done. Third time in 2 months. I told him I didn't want another one done anymore as I'd be having another full check-up anyway when I get home to Manila. I am extremely scared of needles and third time in such a short span of time is too much for me. He gave me the form anyway, 'in case I change my mind'. Uh, I don't think so.

It was still raining cats and dogs when I left the doctors after an hour. I got home soaking wet. Drenched. I feel so much worse now. But I will definitely be a cowboy and go to work tomorrow. I can't afford another sick day anymore.