Mons Grylls...

I'm not even sure how to begin this entry... I've probably had the strangest weekend of my life.

So it all began with the touch wind-up last night. I went in sunglasses intent on leaving as soon as it got dark (I didn't want to have to remove my sunnies as this would likely scare away the children) Suffice to say I didn't leave, nor did I drink wisely! The night took a turn for the worst when someone dared me to eat a grasshopper...'only if it's a green one' was my STUPID response to that! SO when someone gave me a green grasshopper half the size of my palm I felt obligated. There would be nothing worse than being known as the chick who got dared to eat a grasshopper and didn't, right? I wrapped it up in a lettuce leaf and put a bit of tomato sauce on it... and down the hatch it went! It was foul, and very crunchy! Not something I'd do again... I did win $75 though, so I feel I came out on top in that situation! I further disgraced myself at the pub for karaoke night... where I danced, had the time of my life... and spent most of my winnings! On arriving home at 2am, I promptly updated my facebook status to 'mons grylls'.. I've got my priorities straight.

I woke up today with a raging headache... and now no visible right eye! I went over to see my boss, smelling like a brewery, for advice re the eye. She took me straight to the hospital where they inserted a cannula and gave me 200mL of hydrocortisone. I'm heading back this arvo for more.. let's hope it works as I'm quite over looking so ugly. The picture above doesn't even do the rash/swelling/eye situation justice as my eye has now deflated. How much does one have to endure upon uprooting her life... surely it should be getting easier by now?