Sick Sick Sick

Hmmm.... ok. so. don't really have a lot to blog about considering I have barley left my house in the last three weeks...

I had I think the flu or something similar which sucked but it was kinda getting better then it got worse again like over night or something, I don't really remember and it doesn't really matter...
I ended up in the emergency department of The Angles hospital on Friday night.. and just so you know.. if you ever need urgent medical assistance.. do not go to the emergency department.. we sat in the waiting room for like an hour..

Wasn't to bad cos Jamie Oliver was on TV and we all know how much I love Jamie.
would have been better if he wasn't cooking food considering I had been deprived of food for the past 4 days due to me lacking the ability to swallow.. hence the reason I was in hospital.
Then a nurse person calls my name and I'm like "sweet, shortest wait ever".
So yeah she showed us to a cubical thing you know with a bed and all that hospital stuff.. takes my temperature asks all the usual questions.. then leaves us there..
for another TWO hours, with no TV, no nothing! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
So after waiting for like my entire life the doctor comes, and he is like not a day over 18.. and he asks another million questions most of which the nurse had already asked while I sit there and try work out how old he must actually be to be a doctor and answer his questions at the same time, 25 minimum. Crazy.

So this doctor who like couldn't even get into a night club is like "ok so I think we should take some blood and get you tested for glandular fever because you either have that or tonsillitis and an IV with a litre of water because you'll be dehydrated and some antibiotics, alright?" and thinks that's gonna be ok because he has a Scottish accent.. but anyway to cut a long story short I ended up letting him stab me with his needles...
and in return he laughed at me!
I'm like about to cry with fear and hes sitting there getting all his little bits and pieces ready smiling to himself trying not to laugh..
then when he takes my blood he's like "oh why is it green?"
the kid thinks he's funny.

So I sit there for like an hour with a freaking needle in my arm and the nurse is like going of on tangents about not kissing people or sharing drinks because you can get glandular fever and then about hep A, B and C and blah blah blah... whatever

Then 'Mr.-I-don't-even-call-myself -'doctor'-cos-no one-believes-me-when-I-do' came back and told me with of course, a smile, that I have glandular fever and I'm not aloud to do anything for at least a month and I'll feel like crap for a whole lot longer than that.
I told him we weren't friends for 5 minutes.
He told me I couldn't go to surf camp either.
So there you have it. my life is over...
oh and I might fail year 12 this being the week that like everything is due and all.
that's all from me for now
say hi to your mum for me
peace.

Youth Vision Camps

Youth Vision Camps
The saviour of my soul... quit literally.
It's what made me the person I am today.
They taught me how to be me...
and how to have fun doing it.
The showed me how to be real.

I don't think I have ever appreciated those camps and those leaders more than I do now that there are no more.
And it makes me so sad knowing that people who are just like how I was won't get the opportunity that I did to spend time with such an amazing group of people.
I miss them,
I miss the lack of rules that looking back should probably have been there,
I miss leaders who know where 'the line' was, how to balance along it and how far they could step over before they got themselves into trouble,
I miss the simple things like sitting around chatting with people and meal times,
I miss having a morning song,
I miss leaders who knew how to "lead by example and only if necessary use words",
I miss messy games,
I miss finding bits of blue cornflower inside my ear 6 months after camp and knowing where it was from,
I miss giant homemade water slides,
I miss dancing down the main street of halls gap,
I miss the aim for some games being to make as many campers chuck up as possible,
I miss camp inside jokes.. anyone remember Piablo Fernandez? or IG is BIG,
I miss the atmosphere you could only find on a youth vision camp,
I miss the acceptance and unconditional love,
I miss "Big Day Out", drive in movies on a bus and the indoor playground,
I miss camp directors not knowing what was meant to be happening
I miss study groups
I miss the swap at halls gap
I miss wrapping leaders in glad wrap and chucking them in the swap
I miss leaders going "missing" and stuff getting "stolen" *cough* and then it turning into a party or a joke,
I miss going to bed with the most painful stomach ache ever from laughing so much,
but most of all I miss the feeling that I got weeks before camp whenever anyone mentioned or I thought about camp and my stomach would quite literally pull itself apart and by the time you got to the bus or the bottom the the stairs at Monbulk you wanted to scream as load as you could cos you were finally there.
And I love that even now when I'm reminded of camps I get that feeling in my stomach.

There is so much more I could add to that list but then I would be here for like ever any yeah no.
But yeah... I'm so glad I have the memories I do, and hopefully one day I'll be as gooder leader as the people who lead me..

So these holidays I'll be off on another CYC camp... which is kinda weird because I was only ever able to do 8 youth vision camps.. just cos that's how many anyone can do.
And because I lead at CYC I can do as many as I want, so I have done 7 since last September.. this next one these holidays will be my 8th.. and I have to say, I love CYC camps they are fantastic, but with youth vision my heart will always be.

So really that's all from me today... hopefully reading my memories of camp have made your tummy turn just like mine always does when I think about these things.
Peace out.