That which does not kill you makes you stronger...n'est ce pas?

I was having surprisingly pleasant dream about my ex-boyfriend and his present day girlfriend having a wonderful time during their holiday. Perhaps there is something nice awaiting me as well, thought I, when the early alarm clock interrupted the dream and I had to get up very quickly to be able to pick up the charger and the present for one Lady with a capital L, whose birthday celebration I was supposed to attend in the evening. Both things were placed at the dormitories, three hours far from my home-bed and one hour far from my workplace where I usually start teaching at noon. (I like to express distances in hours, it is much more accurate than in kilometers or miles and I like the idea of being a time traveller rather than space traveller). However close my morning race with time seemed to be, I ignored my regular morning cough getting painful and remembered the "Yes, we can" motto accompanying Obama's campaign. Not that I would like to become another Hillary or Madeleine, my desires are much humbler, such as "being healthy for at least two weeks in a row".
I packed my backpack and ignored the fact that it was very painful to pick it up. I imputed the hurting muscles to my Saturday excercise and stepped out to the freezing morning. And as I was approaching the bus station, I was feeling more and more as a Little Mermaid, being so in love with "her" prince charming that she would risk her every step being painful just to get to him. I still hoped that the pain in my legs and feet would disappear during the journey in the bus, instead I got really sick on the bus as there was a terrible smell from the toilet. When I got off the bus and almost fainted, I knew that things are turning out not exactly the way I would like them to. I almost dozed off in the underground and when I got to the end station and had to change for another bus, burning tears were coming down my cheeks and I could not stop them. I had a terrible headache and had to wait on the crowded bus stop for more than half an hour (angry as I already knew that I was behind the schedule even though I got up really early to omit this) before the right bus came. I desperately wished for some seat, but as there were many disappointed people waiting for this bus, I had to be grateful for a place for my backpack, myself standing on the stairs. There were young men and their small bags sitting provocatively on the seats next to the stairs and I was tempted to tell them I was pregnant (which I am not, and in my age, or, better said, financial situation,this is something I still should be grateful for)- it would be a white lie as I was feeling as sick as if I were, but there were many old ladies standing one step higher than I was, so I resigned on the idea of getting myself a seat. When I fell off the bus near our dormitories, I thought I wouldn't be able to get there. And I knew there would be no food and no medicine upstairs and was really tempted to ask some of my friends with a car to get me to the doctor's and to help me get some medicine and to bring at least some bread and water to my prison, but then I remembered how many issues those two friends who came up my mind had to solve themselves and gave up on this crisis idea either. My eyelids were burning, and I felt like crying out loud. I managed to get to my room, checked my temperature, realized that -yes, I was feverish; started charging the cell phone as well as writing this post in the meantime, just to check my pc and my fingers can still move).
Then I called my students (not my employer though) that I am -again- out of order and have no chance to talk to them just today, less to get them an alternative, which, naturally, made them slightly angry. What made me angry was that I knew that my evening plans are out of question and tried to call Carrot to tell him and to ask him to tell the Lady that "Terribly sad princess" is not coming today, although she had promised to, and hoping he/she they wouldn't be too angry. But I couldn't reach him.
So. Now I am going to try and climb up two more hills and staircases (without the backpack this time) and get myself some medicine and some bread (not that I felt hungry).Then I will try to call some people waiting very long time to have the chance to see me again and tell them that I am sorry. Then I am hopefully going to get some sleep. And if I am very, very lucky, I will be able to celebrate the evening by working at one of my belated essays.
Great expectations.