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[hathycol]

Feel like crap. Again. Hot, feverish, can't control temperature, I am the phlegm queen, coughing, sore back and chest. Since I haven't, in fact, properly recovered from bout of pleurisy from back in, oh, January and have worked out that I get like this about once a week. This is not good.

ESPECIALLY since it means that once again, my brain has stopped working and I sounded like some sort of sub-human eejit in the MO2006 tutorials. Argh.

Phoned doctor and wailed down the phone. Appointment for Thursday - me for the win. Hopefully this bloody thing will get sorted. Mostly because I have a fuckload of work to do in the next two weeks as well as help out on Team Mohawk for the elections on Friday.

To take away from me whinging, I present to you a thought:

Is it me, or is The Runaway Bride a bit like what Doctor Who would have been if he'd taken Jackie instead of Rose? Answers on the back of a postcard, everyone.

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[hyrnetanga.livejournal.com]

*hugs and virtual lemsip*

I'm also of the ick atm. My house mates are afeared of my cough. Hell, I don't blame them, I'm afeared of my cough!

[sevenhelz.livejournal.com]

be prepared for them to tell you you must take time off. i ain't a professional (except in music terms, maybe) but i can see you ain't well.
love.
xx