THE AIDA- INSPIRATION
Few gals inspire me so much as Miss Aida! The Tuesday lunch/ coffee after our Gender and Law class is slowly but surely becoming a weekly tradition and our forum for letting our frustration out over the people in the world who don't seem to understand our point of view. (How's it possible?!) Ahh, the ideas flowing between us, the motivation afterwards... It's almost like a work- meeting disguised as a girl lunch considering the work efficiency and new drive we both have after. I like. We've concluded that our future children should play with each other. It's the only right thing to do.
What should be the division of maternity/ paternity leave? How do you slowly but surely mould your Man according to the feminist perspectives? How can you change the way fatherhood is seen and practiced? Ah, me and Miss Aida have so many ideas, so many ideas. I'm gonna introduce some of them to you later on in baby portions- after checking e- mails and real- life comments after the SkySports blog post I think that that needs to sink in a bit more first. Deep breaths my lovelies, deep breaths! MissFriFri would never want to challenge anyone so that they got out of their comfort zone. Or...? To lighten the mood I've decided that the next blog post will be about my nail polish. That should take the edge off.
MID- WEEK GLAMOUR
I was supposed to go to spin class at 7 this morning with Francesca, but thought that might be inappropriate since 1. I can hardly walk after the body pump on Monday and the treadmill on Tuesday, 2. I almost collapsed outside Holborn station yesterday from exhaustion. Luckily Sissel took quick action, bought a Twix and literally pushed it in my mouth. (Sissel's always known how to handle emergencies. The answer is always chocolate.) So, instead I slept until 9 and am having a nice breakfast, aiming for Yoga later today (that should be extremely interesting both for me and everyone around me) and some hardcore evening work.
Today's breakfast: a few spoons of light greek yoghurt with all bran, pumpkin seeds, prunes, blueberries, raspberries, and mango.
After a day of (very) early morning work, classes and a Starbucks study session with Sissel (where I could hardly shut up since I got so annoyed with the cases I was reading and kept moaning about the European Court being way too sensitive and cowardly, more on that later) we improved our life quality with some Wednesday night glamour. Me, Sissel, Dagny, Deborah and Deborah's friend Juliette who's visiting from Paris all went for a Mexican dinner near Westfields shopping centre. I passed out like a baby due to food coma when I came home. Mmmm.
A very tired MissFriFri who's in for a food coma but doesn't know it yeeeet =P
Today's breakfast: a few spoons of light greek yoghurt with all bran, pumpkin seeds, prunes, blueberries, raspberries, and mango.
After a day of (very) early morning work, classes and a Starbucks study session with Sissel (where I could hardly shut up since I got so annoyed with the cases I was reading and kept moaning about the European Court being way too sensitive and cowardly, more on that later) we improved our life quality with some Wednesday night glamour. Me, Sissel, Dagny, Deborah and Deborah's friend Juliette who's visiting from Paris all went for a Mexican dinner near Westfields shopping centre. I passed out like a baby due to food coma when I came home. Mmmm.
I forgot my camera at home and had to use my phone, so not the best quality ever.
A very tired MissFriFri who's in for a food coma but doesn't know it yeeeet =P
TUCK DOWN YOUR OWN "MICROPHONE"
So. I feel like this is something that I should comment on. But I'm gonna be completely honest. I don't even know where to start. It just sort of makes me yawn. Since I can't understand how there are still people (read: men) around who apparently live in some kind of stone age. (Not that I'm surprised or didn't know. But I can still be bored by it.) Some people say that this has been blown out of proportion. These people tend to be male. Some people might say, well, they didn't intend for this to be recorded. Who cares. They said what they said. From my point of view that almost makes it worse- that they just said it because they thought they weren't on air. And it's a bit of a shame, because if they HAD been on air, they could have explained, for instance, why they think the game has gone mad (because of female linesmen) in more concrete terms, with concrete examples. People in their position should know better. And be better.
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Another reason for my strong dislike: men like this give the modern man, who has managed to get out of the stoneage, a hard time too. Sort of like collateral damage. The people that try to remove the "macho- stamp" are suddenly pushed back a few steps and have to start all over again.
I'm loving that this article says that SKY Sports bosses hunt for the "'YouTube 'assassin who posted secret clips of its top stars' sexist comments. An investigation is under way at the network's Osterley HQ to uncover the mole intent on destroying the careers of Richard Keys and Andy Gray, its football front men for 20 years." I would say that it's the person who asks his female co- worker (while holding the waistline of his trousers out) to "tuck this down" [in his trousers, supposedly meaning his micropohone... although why would you have your microphone in your trousers? Did he mean the cord of his microphone? Or did he mean that the little guy in there had something to say too? Into the microphone? I mean I really don't know] that ruins his own career. But oh well. I mean. I'm just bored. It'd be nice if we talked about women in a non- "smashing- it"- way for once. I don't know about other women but personally I have more important things to do than getting smashed all the time. But maybe that's why women are doing better in education etc at the moment. While men are still focusing on getting someone to tuck down stuff in their pants and trying to smash co- workers we focus on our careers. I'd look out if I were you. Before you know it, we might be smashing you. Career- wise, that is.
Generally these kinds of revelations tend to just be the top of the ice- berg. I would guess that the person publishing these recordings is a female co- worker who's finally had enough. Good for you!
yAnother reason for my strong dislike: men like this give the modern man, who has managed to get out of the stoneage, a hard time too. Sort of like collateral damage. The people that try to remove the "macho- stamp" are suddenly pushed back a few steps and have to start all over again.
I'm loving that this article says that SKY Sports bosses hunt for the "'YouTube 'assassin who posted secret clips of its top stars' sexist comments. An investigation is under way at the network's Osterley HQ to uncover the mole intent on destroying the careers of Richard Keys and Andy Gray, its football front men for 20 years." I would say that it's the person who asks his female co- worker (while holding the waistline of his trousers out) to "tuck this down" [in his trousers, supposedly meaning his micropohone... although why would you have your microphone in your trousers? Did he mean the cord of his microphone? Or did he mean that the little guy in there had something to say too? Into the microphone? I mean I really don't know] that ruins his own career. But oh well. I mean. I'm just bored. It'd be nice if we talked about women in a non- "smashing- it"- way for once. I don't know about other women but personally I have more important things to do than getting smashed all the time. But maybe that's why women are doing better in education etc at the moment. While men are still focusing on getting someone to tuck down stuff in their pants and trying to smash co- workers we focus on our careers. I'd look out if I were you. Before you know it, we might be smashing you. Career- wise, that is.
Generally these kinds of revelations tend to just be the top of the ice- berg. I would guess that the person publishing these recordings is a female co- worker who's finally had enough. Good for you!
THE WEEK IN PICTURES PART 2 (AKA SISSEL'S NEW SHOES)
My Man came to visit and we went for dinner with the flatmates (Fran and Senorita), Mavra and Lena at a Turkish restaurant in London's Metropol- Hackney baby. (Naaaawt! Lol. But a gal's gotta be positive!)
Mavra showed a bit of skin and turned up the hotness level...
We forgot that Fran never wants to be in pictures. My Man, completely unaware of this fact, went to attack with the camera. Luckily, she managed to find a way out of it. Very suttle. Very classy. I love.
On Saturday we met the girls for some coffee. Dagny's friend Alex was visiting from Stockholm and was quicly adopted into the Scandi- club (and Deborah) environment. (Note Dagny's very very nice blouse. Mm. Hot.)
Sissel and Bettina wanted to spice it up...
The geeks. Ojojoj. We look like retired people that try to be hip and young.
Deborah and Sissel led the way to Liberty where we all set on the project of trying to convince Sissel to buy a really nice pair of ACNE boots. (The hot kind with an open toe.) Unfortunately we all got distracted by all the shoes and started trying on own things while Sissel was left with the shoe- anxiety. (Something I personally cannot understand as a concept since I tend to just buy things after two minutes. Some people call that irresponsible. I call it professional/ intution shopping.)
She decided to get them eventually, and I have to say- they look a lot better in real life, I don't feel like the picture really does them justice. But here they are anyway! After having spent so much time convincing Sissel to get them, Dagny realized she wanted them too (basically she fell for her own sales speech). Unfortunately there was just one pair left which Sissel left with, and Dags life has to continue without the fabulous boots. Ajaj. Deborah on the other hand found very cute Olivia Palermo- style ballerina shoes, I forgot to take a picture them but will show you later.
My Man was totally psyched about life at this stage. I tried to cheer him up by trying on a pair of hooker boots of which I'm generally a big fan (the boots with really high heels that go over your knee). Unfortunately the plan backfired and he looked more horrified than impressed. Oh well, at least I tried. (You can see the hooker- shoe in the picture below. An my psyched Man.)
The spontaneous coffee that turned into a spontaneous shopping trip then turned into a spontaneous dinner at an Italian restaurant near Regent Street. As the fatty I am, I got distracted by the food so there are no pictures- but think pasta with prawn and lobster for appetiser, salmon in white wine sauce for main course and some caramel thing for dessert, and you'll probably understand why I forgot to concentrate.
The evening was finished off with some drinks with My Man, Alex and Dagny in Soho. Think apple/ elderflower Martini. Mm. The best spontaneous Saturday in a very very long time.
The spontaneous coffee that turned into a spontaneous shopping trip then turned into a spontaneous dinner at an Italian restaurant near Regent Street. As the fatty I am, I got distracted by the food so there are no pictures- but think pasta with prawn and lobster for appetiser, salmon in white wine sauce for main course and some caramel thing for dessert, and you'll probably understand why I forgot to concentrate.
The evening was finished off with some drinks with My Man, Alex and Dagny in Soho. Think apple/ elderflower Martini. Mm. The best spontaneous Saturday in a very very long time.
Look how natural my smile is in the picture below.... Love it! =P Hahaha
OLLE DAHLQVIST, AM I DOING IT RIGHT?
I finished my Monday with some body pump. Oh my God. I thought I was gonna die. It's been a while since the last body pump class. You can see my tiny biceps in the pictures below. They're gonna grow. Oh yes they are! The trainer was a fabulous tiny Spanish girl called Maria who had the coolest muscles ever. MissFriFri feels inspired. Monday evening inspired.
I've seen how my brother Olle makes his cool poses in the mirror after he's been working out. Do you think I'm doing it right? Am I looking cool? I feel very cool.
I've seen how my brother Olle makes his cool poses in the mirror after he's been working out. Do you think I'm doing it right? Am I looking cool? I feel very cool.
It's difficult to pose when you don't have so much to pose with. But soon, soon......
SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT PMS AND THE WEEK IN PICTURES
You know what. I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I haven't been able to blog because I've had the worst PMS of all times and I've just been sitting in the sofa eating mozzarella and avokado while trying to study and feeling sorry for myself. That's the bitter truth. Mm. And you know what. As a woman I'm now gonna stand up for all women that I know feel the same as me. PMS sucks. The moodswings suck. And it's terribly unfair that we have to both give birth, have PMS AND periods every month until we're 50. For those reasons I have also determined that no one, especially no man, has the right to be pissed if we're slightly hormonal once per month. I remain firmly convinced, that if MEN were PMSing they'd be off work for a week due to illness, with pay. And it'd be all society talked about, creating "awareness" for the poor men who had to go through this, or something like that. The society would be completely adapted to their needs.
However that's not the way it is today. (Probably for the best, since men wouldn't be able to deal with what PMS and periods entail anyway. Mm. I said it. Are you angry now? Naaaw!) So I've now decided that, from now on, I'm gonna embrace my PMS. If I have to eat 200g mozzarella cheese because my hormones tell me so, I will. If I have to cry because I can't find my umbrella (that's right in front of me), I will. Yes. There you go. Once per month I'm a proper moody bitch. But that's ok. Because it's not my fault. And it's not your fault either. So you just eat your ice- cream and cry. And if anyone says anything against it (most likely it's a man), just point out to them what I pointed out earlier: CHILDBIRTH.
Right. Now that that's done we can go on to the week's events, in pictures. Unfortunately I've been a bit bad with capturing everything, but I'll do the best I can....
Of course, there was the compulsory Wednesday girl- lunch. What used to be Scandi- club has now turned into "Scandiclub- and- Deborah- lunch." I like. I also like Debs' new ring. It's superhot. You can see it vaguely in the picture.
I had Friday brunch with Pete and Steve. You might remember Pete from a past blog post? He's Irish and extremely fabulous. We were talking about Spice Girls on our last brunch. This brunch we talked about our futures, female genital mutilation and religion. Oh, and we also talked about Pete's supervisor who he absolutely cannot trust or take seriously because she has a Cath Kidston bag. Despite this she thinks she's it. Horrendous, really.
However that's not the way it is today. (Probably for the best, since men wouldn't be able to deal with what PMS and periods entail anyway. Mm. I said it. Are you angry now? Naaaw!) So I've now decided that, from now on, I'm gonna embrace my PMS. If I have to eat 200g mozzarella cheese because my hormones tell me so, I will. If I have to cry because I can't find my umbrella (that's right in front of me), I will. Yes. There you go. Once per month I'm a proper moody bitch. But that's ok. Because it's not my fault. And it's not your fault either. So you just eat your ice- cream and cry. And if anyone says anything against it (most likely it's a man), just point out to them what I pointed out earlier: CHILDBIRTH.
Right. Now that that's done we can go on to the week's events, in pictures. Unfortunately I've been a bit bad with capturing everything, but I'll do the best I can....
Of course, there was the compulsory Wednesday girl- lunch. What used to be Scandi- club has now turned into "Scandiclub- and- Deborah- lunch." I like. I also like Debs' new ring. It's superhot. You can see it vaguely in the picture.
I had Friday brunch with Pete and Steve. You might remember Pete from a past blog post? He's Irish and extremely fabulous. We were talking about Spice Girls on our last brunch. This brunch we talked about our futures, female genital mutilation and religion. Oh, and we also talked about Pete's supervisor who he absolutely cannot trust or take seriously because she has a Cath Kidston bag. Despite this she thinks she's it. Horrendous, really.
I also joined a new gym: Fitness for Less. 15 mins away rather than 1 hour. Plus it's nice and doesn't smell. Massive improvement. This hopefully means that there'll be more hours of gym per week than the lousy 2 I'm doing right now. Very high fabulousness- factor on that one!
Me and Sissel were invited to Deborah and Charles for dinner. When Debs invites you for dinner you skip skip skip over there quickly- it's always amazing. This time: red wine risotto. Me and Sissel also concluded that Deborah and Charles are a really cool couple. Mm. Very cool. And just when you thought it couldn't get any cooler we get to know that Charles is gonna do his PhD in engineering this autumn, and Debs is going for a Masters of Law. So cool.
Me and Debs
The Risotto
Sissel and Charles
Me and Debs
The Risotto
This has also been the week when the naughty basket was swapped for the healthy basket...
... and when the naughty Big Mac was swapped for the couscous salad.
Hmmm... It looks as if I'm gonna have to do a part 2 (and possibly even a part 3) here for tomorrow morning, since the work for the morning class is calling me. Mm. Monday night snuggles with feminist perspectives on family law. I like I like. Stay tuned my darlings!
Oh- and I looked at my statistics and was very impressed by how many of you have been clicking your way in here even when I've been AWFUL with updating. And it makes me feel slightly ashamed at the same time. I will get better. The MissFriFri power is on its way back, I can feel it!
Hmmm... It looks as if I'm gonna have to do a part 2 (and possibly even a part 3) here for tomorrow morning, since the work for the morning class is calling me. Mm. Monday night snuggles with feminist perspectives on family law. I like I like. Stay tuned my darlings!
Oh- and I looked at my statistics and was very impressed by how many of you have been clicking your way in here even when I've been AWFUL with updating. And it makes me feel slightly ashamed at the same time. I will get better. The MissFriFri power is on its way back, I can feel it!
ELLE MACPHERSON LINGERIE
My lovely ladies, here's MissFriFri's morning tip for you: Elle MacPherson lingerie. I got my first Elle MacPherson a couple of weeks ago, and it fits so fabulously that it almost needs its own sound- effects whenever you put it on (I think that it'd probably be something like *BOOMCHICAWHAMWHAAAAM*). The spring collection is in great colours as well to spice up your collection. Mm. She makes what I call "Power- bras": great fit and push so that you can wear it daily, but at the same time they've got edge which makes your day a bit more fun. (I'm referring to the "you should just know what I've got under here"- factor.) Power- bra!
Elle is the pink lady to the right
I'm so glad that my friends have patience with my obsession and let me shop away (and sometimes even encourage me), despite me saying things that, to people who haven't been in the lingerie business, probably sounds slightly weird. Like when I said to Dagny that we should go to Selfridges so she can be introduced to Elle, since it'll probably work for her too since we have "the same boobtype." Mm. I have very supportive friends.
MY GIRLS
I met Mikaela and Steph today at our usual place for a girly lunch. I feel SO cheated on my planned girl- love for this whole week now that I got ill, especially since Linnea has already had to go back to Gothenburg =( At least there are still two of my lovelies left! Oh and I had my biggest meal so far: an entire salad! lol (I know this definitely doesn't sound like me writing anymore. But don't worry my darlings, I'm currently working on extending my stomach's eating- capacity again. Something tells me it'll be even better than before!)
When me and the ladies were talking about little mistakes and errors one might have made in the past in the world of men I got the idea of perhaps making a little blog- thing out of it: sort of showing you more of the crazy (past) stalker side of MissFriFri. As we all concluded today, we've not always been the pros in the world of men that we are today. (For instance, Mikaela found evidence of this in her old diaries which was quiiiiite hilarious.) Hm. I'm thinking that perhaps MissFriFri is now ready to share some fun anekdotes from the golden years between 13- 19. Ahh. The young men out there that must be scarred for life, all because of me being so completely irrational and insane. It makes me feel warm on the inside. Keep an eye on the blog in the next few days and I might throw you some juicy bits hehe ;D
Oh, and after the girl- day the Dahlqvist family (not Daddy Ulf though- he wanted some "time off") went to see The Tourist. You should all see it, it's very good. Angelina was hot, Johnny Depp was hot, everything was hot. Not that I've ever seen anything with Johnny Depp that wasn't hot. Ahh. I love hotness.
When me and the ladies were talking about little mistakes and errors one might have made in the past in the world of men I got the idea of perhaps making a little blog- thing out of it: sort of showing you more of the crazy (past) stalker side of MissFriFri. As we all concluded today, we've not always been the pros in the world of men that we are today. (For instance, Mikaela found evidence of this in her old diaries which was quiiiiite hilarious.) Hm. I'm thinking that perhaps MissFriFri is now ready to share some fun anekdotes from the golden years between 13- 19. Ahh. The young men out there that must be scarred for life, all because of me being so completely irrational and insane. It makes me feel warm on the inside. Keep an eye on the blog in the next few days and I might throw you some juicy bits hehe ;D
Oh, and after the girl- day the Dahlqvist family (not Daddy Ulf though- he wanted some "time off") went to see The Tourist. You should all see it, it's very good. Angelina was hot, Johnny Depp was hot, everything was hot. Not that I've ever seen anything with Johnny Depp that wasn't hot. Ahh. I love hotness.
AT HOT MAMA'S RESIDENCE
Yesterday afternoon I felt healthy enough to go and visit Hot Mama and the family- and finally got to see the baby! And what a baby! A little puke- and poop machine. I think it's so unfair that baby- puke is so much cuter than grown- up puke. Because I certainly have not been cute in the past few days.
I also managed to successfully hold Loke without accidentally killing or hurting him, which is something that for instance grandma would refuse to believe. Turns out that MissFriFri might not be so hopeless after all. I also noticed that I got caught in the whole miracle- of- life- thing, but how couldn't you? When listening to the mandatory giving birth- story it was great to hear someone say that it actually went really well and that they had fun with the whole thing (until the proper pains started, obviously and there was more screaming...) Made me think of this party Stephanie and I went to a couple of summers ago where many of the guests had babies and we had to listen to at least three horror stories about broken vagingles until we looked at each other in horror and disgust and got horrificly drunk to make it all go away.
I found it quite funny that Hot Mama's boyfriend nearly fainted two times which meant that the doctors and nurses had to try and find him a chair etc while she's the one squeezing out the actual watermelon. Men. I say, I say...
Hot Mama is my role model when it comes to Mama- hotness. This is how fresh I wanna look like when and if I ever have two children. So I asked her for some hot- mama tips for future reference or for you guys now (who knows, one of you readers might be about to pop one any day now?) As one might suspect being in good shape pre- pregnancy, working out during and after seems to be key. And to eat healthy during and not starting to give in to pregnancy cravings. (In other words: Dagny, you and I'd be fucked from the start.) Hot Mama also wants to remind us that you CANNOT do lounges with weights two weeks after giving birth. It's forbidden since it's dangerous. (Which she realized after she'd been on it for a few days, determined to get into one of her leopard- print dresses.) Hot Mama's très determined.
The Izac in action ;D
I found it quite funny that Hot Mama's boyfriend nearly fainted two times which meant that the doctors and nurses had to try and find him a chair etc while she's the one squeezing out the actual watermelon. Men. I say, I say...
Hot Mama is my role model when it comes to Mama- hotness. This is how fresh I wanna look like when and if I ever have two children. So I asked her for some hot- mama tips for future reference or for you guys now (who knows, one of you readers might be about to pop one any day now?) As one might suspect being in good shape pre- pregnancy, working out during and after seems to be key. And to eat healthy during and not starting to give in to pregnancy cravings. (In other words: Dagny, you and I'd be fucked from the start.) Hot Mama also wants to remind us that you CANNOT do lounges with weights two weeks after giving birth. It's forbidden since it's dangerous. (Which she realized after she'd been on it for a few days, determined to get into one of her leopard- print dresses.) Hot Mama's très determined.
The Izac in action ;D
THE FACE OF HORROR
A few months ago I looked like this:
After an autumn of studying, stressing around like a headless chicken and finishing the year off in style with three days of stomach flue and fever I now look like this:
After an autumn of studying, stressing around like a headless chicken and finishing the year off in style with three days of stomach flue and fever I now look like this:
Reaction to that:
That's right my lovely readers, MissFriFri's look of horror and despair. Action must now be taken to take control over the situation and avoid too much damage. Perhaps a haircut and a spray tan when I come back to Ldn. Ja_ And one of these green Garnier pen things. They actually work quite well! And yes, I'm gonna do the month- without- sugar- thing. My complexion's gonna be pink like a baby's. Well, as fresh as it can get when you live in Ldn and have to use the tube everyday which basically ruins your life. But you know what I mean. Miss FriFri's ready to get fabulous for 2011 adventures.
Oh and btw. When I say sugar I don't mean that I'm not gonna eat fruitsugars, aka fruit. So don't give me any of that crap that I'm cheating if I'm eating oranges. That's just stupid. Fruit is healthy. K? K.
Oh and btw. When I say sugar I don't mean that I'm not gonna eat fruitsugars, aka fruit. So don't give me any of that crap that I'm cheating if I'm eating oranges. That's just stupid. Fruit is healthy. K? K.
Oh and NO MORE fever! Which means that I'm re- admitted to the main parts of the Dahlqvist residence. Or rather, I sneaked out when the others weren't home, and now mum lets me stay if I use hand desinfectant regularly and don't touch too many things. Yesssss I'm back in.
NORMAL BEHAVIOUR OR JUST DAHLQVIST FAMILY BEHAVIOUR?
I'm making great progress- yesterday I was able to have 1/2 mashed potato and 3 table spoons of boiled cod for dinner, and now tadaaaa: yoghurt, grapes and melon for breakfast. (I took a picture of the beauty but for some reason I can't upload it hmmm.) Even though this is great improvement I feel like a desperate hyena and can't wait to have some proper meat. (Ise, if you're reading this I'm sure that you'll know what I feel like.)
I've tried to unveil the source of my hypocondria a few times before and always thought there might be a number of factors. However i can now confirm that Mummy Eva is probably the strongest. The minute the puking started it was like I got shut off from civilization and got an own part of the Dahlqvist residence. If I absolutely have to pee I have to go to the small not- as- nice toilet, but before I could go in I had to use hand desinfectant and when I went out dad had to go in after and desinfect the handles, sink etc. (And of course, before I can leave "my part" of the house" I have to shout that I'm on my way so that everyone else can hide.) Emma and Olle went to grandma's and have stayed there now for three days (they can't get ill since it'd disrupt their training schedules) and mum and dad have closed off the hallway that goes to mine and Emma's rooms. When I need to eat or drink something (well I've just been able to eat plain toast but still) mum has shouted through the hallway that it's ready, put a tray down on a stool, closed the door and left. First then can I drag my hyena ass out of bed, crawl through my room, through the hall, through the hallway and get the tray. When Emma came home yesterday to pick up some work out clothes she'd forgotten she held her breath and closed the door to my room since she didn't want "any bacteria to come out and attack her."
Is this normal behaviour or just Dahlqvist family behaviour?
I mean, I'd probably have done the same. After all, I too learned from the Master. Mummy Eva herself.
I've tried to unveil the source of my hypocondria a few times before and always thought there might be a number of factors. However i can now confirm that Mummy Eva is probably the strongest. The minute the puking started it was like I got shut off from civilization and got an own part of the Dahlqvist residence. If I absolutely have to pee I have to go to the small not- as- nice toilet, but before I could go in I had to use hand desinfectant and when I went out dad had to go in after and desinfect the handles, sink etc. (And of course, before I can leave "my part" of the house" I have to shout that I'm on my way so that everyone else can hide.) Emma and Olle went to grandma's and have stayed there now for three days (they can't get ill since it'd disrupt their training schedules) and mum and dad have closed off the hallway that goes to mine and Emma's rooms. When I need to eat or drink something (well I've just been able to eat plain toast but still) mum has shouted through the hallway that it's ready, put a tray down on a stool, closed the door and left. First then can I drag my hyena ass out of bed, crawl through my room, through the hall, through the hallway and get the tray. When Emma came home yesterday to pick up some work out clothes she'd forgotten she held her breath and closed the door to my room since she didn't want "any bacteria to come out and attack her."
Is this normal behaviour or just Dahlqvist family behaviour?
I mean, I'd probably have done the same. After all, I too learned from the Master. Mummy Eva herself.
CLINGY GIRLFRIEND MUCH???
I found some pictures of me and My Man on Emma's camera that illustrate THE HORROR:
I mean seriously, how annoying can you be? I refuse to be one of these clingy people! Hopefully this is just a one- off....
And in additon to that, my chin keeps coming out to play. Too much christmas food anyone? Well I suppose my stomach flu has helped in that respect. All the puking has made me look like when I was 16. Definitely NOT worth it. Btw, it completely sucks to be ill when you can't even comfort eat!
I'm gonna put my new theory to the test now: if I drink loads, perhaps I can pee out the fever. No? Well it's not like I'm busy doing anything else, I might as well try. I'm not bitter....
And in additon to that, my chin keeps coming out to play. Too much christmas food anyone? Well I suppose my stomach flu has helped in that respect. All the puking has made me look like when I was 16. Definitely NOT worth it. Btw, it completely sucks to be ill when you can't even comfort eat!
I'm gonna put my new theory to the test now: if I drink loads, perhaps I can pee out the fever. No? Well it's not like I'm busy doing anything else, I might as well try. I'm not bitter....
THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO
On New Year's Day's afternoon I started feeling a bit weird, and thought that it was some superior power punishing me for having had both red wine, jaeger (don't ask) and bacardi in some weird mix the evening before. (I just don't understand. Everyone knows you're not supposed to mix. But it's like you come to a stage of your alcohol intake where you become greedy. You want everything you can possibly get your hands on. Or is it just me??) However it soon hit me that of course My Man had given me the flue (he got ill the last couple of days he was here), and after puking all night and hugging a bucket as well as having a 39,5 degree fever I don't feel like this has been the most fantastic 24 hours in my life. On the plus side I had some amazing food- dreams in my feverish state this morning with tables full of delicious dishes. Slightly weird considering the puking part, but it confirms even more that I'm a bit of a pig. Hmm.
I knew that something was wrong when I had lunch at grandma's and I couldn't eat any of the cookies she'd put out for me. And now here we are.
I'll give you some updates and pictures from NYE asap, I've now come to a point where I can half- sit so I might be able to handle it in a little while.
I knew that something was wrong when I had lunch at grandma's and I couldn't eat any of the cookies she'd put out for me. And now here we are.
I'll give you some updates and pictures from NYE asap, I've now come to a point where I can half- sit so I might be able to handle it in a little while.
Waking up on New Year's day- BEFORE I was ill. You can imagine my state now!
