I had to go to the hospital Saturday night. I had a pain in my waist, and couldn’t sleep, so we called the doctor, and they wanted me to come down there. It turned out the pneumonia was so far down the lung that the membrane around it caused the pain. They kept me in the hospital until yesterday, when I finally started feeling better. I still cough quite a lot, but the fever is down, it’s easier to breath, and I’m not quite as exhausted. We had to cancel the trip to London though. Well, at least I’m getting better.

This sucks. It sucks really hard. It turns out I’ve got pneumonia. I got penicillin today, and I think, at least hoping really hard, that I’m feeling a little better. Not much though. So of course I couldn’t go to the concert today. But Anders is there. And he is messaging me about how cool it is. Very nice.

I’m still hoping that I will feel a lot better tomorrow, so I’ll be able to go to the ITK-dinner and the Lisa Ekdahl concert. It probably isn’t a good idea. I think I’m going crazy spending all this time alone in bed. If I believed in God, I would be praying about the trip to London now.

I have been sick for nearly a week. I’m coughing so much I almost throw up. Getting really tired of this now. I have a doctors’ appointment in an hour or so, I’m hoping I might get some cough sirup that actually works. I don’t have time for this! We had to cancel dinner plans for tonight, but I better be well enough for the concerts this weekend. We’re also going to London in a week, and I can’t go around like this then. Anders is getting really frustrated too. He doesn’t understand why I just can’t get well. Easy for him to say, he’s never sick.

Anders is out partying at Samfundet, and I’m home alone, feeling sorry for myself. I have a head ache, fever and I’m coughing. And I really wanted to go out today, there is a concert with We and Ralph Myerz and the Jack Herren Band. And there is also the annual beach party, where one of the gangs puts 8 ton of sand in their bar. At least I’ll be well before next weekend, when Madrugada and Lisa Ekdahl have concerts.

This weekend we were at a dinner at Samfundet for all the technical gangs. That meant I finally had the chance to wear the dress I bought in Chile. We started drinking at about 5, so Anders was tired about 0.30. I could have stayed a couple hours longer, but I went with him.

Sunday was quite uneventful, we both had stomach problems, it seems something must have been wrong with the food we ate the day before. We did however finally manage to go see the March of the Penguins (eventhough Anders had to run out for a while), and it was a very good movie. I think it was a bit sad though, there was too much focus on penguins that didn’t make it, at least for my taste. I have never liked to see the harsh reality of life in nature documentaries, they always make me cry.