Freshers flu. . .

"Once a man tastes caviar it baffles me how they settle for catfish"

- Blair Waldorf

I still remember my first week at university. The excitement of being somewhere new for the first time, the sudden feeling of embracing your independence combined with ridiculous amounts of alcohol and ‘welcome parties’ that you must attend in fear that you will miss out on something exciting, going to bed in the early hours of the morning almost becomes the norm. All of this combined has resulted in something every young fresher dreads and over 90% of students will contract in one form or another…..flu….well actually a very bad cold but flu sounds a little more manly when justifying turning down another night out.

I was in the group of very unfortunate people who got the fresher’s flu too its full extent; fever, sore throat, dizziness and to top it off bronchitis. So two weeks into living life as an adult for the first time I was on a train back home to be in the comfort of my mothers arms as she nursed me back to heath with a mixture of home-cooked food (a rare luxury as a uni student I assure you its all about cheap and easy to cook food) and cups of tea.

So little did I expect to have the same thing happen to me in my second year. Three weeks into the first term and I can feel a familiar tickle in the back of my throat, 2 days later and yet again I am bound to bed…. The only difference is this year I didn’t go home for some much needed TLC I decided to take a stab at being an adult after all I am now 20….surely I should be able to handle flu….. Ok so maybe I haven’t handled it that well iv sat in front of the television watching episodes of gossip girl, there is just something about the TV idol known as Blair Waldorf that has the power to boost any self pity spree. Watching the Queen B in action plotting in what can only be described as the most amazing couture fashion and accessories always lifts my spirits.