Congested contemplation

I was hoping that my week one review of Africa would be filled with interesting tales, fantastic sights, and general wonder.

No such luck. Day four of anti-biotics, and I  have stayed home from work because apparently 3 days of bed and tea wasn't enough. I am in bed, with a roll of toilet that has been serving as kleenex, watching old cartoons on youtube and reading and napping. Pleasant in its way, to be honest, but nothing I couldn't do at home.

I've had only two full days of work, and hopefully I'll be there tomorrow. I've been having awful coughing fits all day, and I'm fairly certain my lungs are trying to escape, given the unpleasant bits of matter rattling about in my chest and trying to make a break for my throat.

The things I have done:

• Investigated a nearby sushi/thai combo place down on Lower Main.
• Shopped for warmer business casual clothing for work at Pick n' Pay
• Been on the wrong mini-bus, heading into the wrong direction, on my way to work on day two. 
• Gone on an emergency chocolate run to SPAR with roommates.
• Had an unexpected 11pm kitchen party with 3 roommates on Saturday, drinking boxed wine out of mugs, singing along loudly to the Killers and Aqua, and trying to keep Carolyn from facebooking her exes(what we like to call 'White Girl Wasted'). This was also while I was on advil and medication, so it probably wasn't a superb idea, but really it was a bonding experience.

So, that's about my week thus far. My head still feels fuzzy from headcold, my chest is still rattling, and I'm tired all the time. The shade of green coming from my nose at least assures me that it's on the way out, and hopefully I will be well soon.