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Glasgow, I missed you today...

Last night/this morning, the strangest thing happened.
I got homesick.Not for Ireland, not for Edinburgh, for Glasgow.
Weird, huh?

I think it is because I haven't been feeling the best.
I nearly ended up in hospital last week which wasn't great ideal.
I was alone in the flat for the weekend, when I fell very ill
and I was suddenly very aware of how alone I am in a new city.
Thankfully I was able to get everything under control and a quick call to NHS24 gave me advice on what I had to do. But I got a fright.

Then, I just wasn't myself this week, but I think I am a little run down.
I have been sleeping a lot more than normal and had a couple of migraines (which I haven't had in years). The sleeping could be a result of climbing Bennachie, and I have worked some messed up hours and I get migraines when I get stressed which I was moving up here.

Back to the point at hand. Homesick for Glasgow.
When I was in Edinburgh, when I was feeling poorly or down, I tended to go to Glasgow to visit my two wonderful pals. They make me feel better. They are fabulous huggers and can always make me laugh no matter how bad I feel, and last night as I woke yet again with a thumping headache I suddenly realised how far away those hugs are.

I am fine again, and I have an appointment lined up with a local GP quite soon but this morning, I could really have done with a wee visit to Glasgow for a hug.


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  1. hey, i'm sorry you were ill, friend. i am glad you're feeling better, but i hope you let us know what was wrong. i'm so sorry you were sick and feeling alone. that's not the best way to feel. i love you lu.

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