I feel really, really ill.
I woke up at various points throughout the night and had to move around or read my book until I fell asleep again. When my dad started moving around I just went downstairs because I wanted a hug so much.
On the good side, after a cup of tea the glands on my left are now only the size of a deflated squash ball, which has made me a little more symetrical than before.
Photo taken at 5am when I couldn't sleep. I think it's crap but there we go. It's better than the others I took.
Methinks I'll be missing singing today, somehow.