Watched rugby till late this morning, round 'bout 0032. OWEN FARRELL IS WAYY HOT. Haha and then I went to bed. I woke up at 5.43 (i know cause i checked the cable box) cause i was having fits of coughing and i was wheezing/gasping for breath. It was really bad cause i couldn'tconcern until i was hit by sudden hacking coughs. He was like," Qistina, WHAT IS WRONG breathe when lying down and I was still tired so i didn't know what to do. Thinking that maybe if i watch a little tv, i'd drift back to sleep, i did only it did no good. My brother woke up and was like WTF Is up with you? so i wheezed back sick. My dad came out and showed no sign ofWITH YOU?" but it wasn't concerned at all. It's tone was more like "why the fuck are you coughing so loudly so early in the morning?" Then he went back to watching the reviews of last night's premier league matches. Then my mum came out and i was like," MUM *coughcoughwheezewheeze* I....CAN'T...............breatheproperly.....heeehooooheeehooo" Thank God for my mum who actually cared. She told me to sit up and prop my legs up. Only cause she scolded him, my dad got up and massaged/squeezed my toes, which hurt... He was like "This is all because you don't sleep enough." Pretty rich coming from the man who says I sleep too much and who makes me get up at 9/10 AM when I fall asleep at 1/2/3/4AM the same morning.

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