I was gonna write a post about how my neck hurts because I got whiplash, and how it’s difficult to breathe because I’ve torn my intercostal muscles (those handy ones used for breathing) in two places. I was gonna write about how I took some crazy strong prescription drugs that weren’t mine (oh sweet lovely opiates!) and then spent the following day being zombie like (read: hot mess, can’t-stand-upright dizzy, hot flashes, nauseous, unable to stay awake with extreme throbbing headache) because apparently I’m sensitive to codeine. I was gonna post about how my boss sent me home, but the taxi broke down, and the second taxi that picked me up was some kind of crazy mad driver who didn’t care that red lights were red. That when I finally did get home I’d forgotten my keys and had to go head to head with a bitchy horrid property manager, right when I was trying my very hardest not to vomit on her floor.

I was gonna post about how it was an absolutely shit day. The worst day one could have had.

But you know what? I went to bed pretty cheerful that night. I’d spent the day napping, and lounging around home in my underwear waiting for the come down to wear off. A Jimmy had brought me a peanut butter milkshake and was all apologetic and endearing about my inability to breathe. I got a silly amount of tweets, facebook messages + txts to make sure I was okay. There was cuddles, and movie watching (Bradley Cooper = swoon). There were flatmates asking if I wanted Malay, even though I was too nauseous to actually eat anything and laughing at what had to be most horrible accumulation of events to ever befall a person in a single day.

I was surrounded my people that cared enough to look out for me. And it was a pretty sweet feeling. So sure, it was a pretty horrid day. But I came out of it cheerful, and content with my lot. And sometimes it amazes me that it’s like this. That I managed to move half way around the world away from everyone I cared about, and I still managed to find friends, rockstars who make my misery less miserable.

That’s got to be a win, right?