won't you let me know
Jun. 26th, 2008 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI gave up today and phoned the doctor. So, sue me, I worry about this sort of thing if I can't see, feel (or in this case, hear) any improvement in a week and I'd hit that time frame now and I just feel like death on a stick. So I phoned the doctor, got an appointment with the shiny evening surgery, and then spent a day in Dundee as part of my ongoing attempt to Look A Bit More Like A Human. Quite a good day with Katie, doing Girly Type Stuff.
Yeah. All good. I meandered to the evening surgery and got me seen to by a doctor. She, after a wee bit of poking around, declared I had a 'nasty virus' and laryngitus. I assumed this was a posh celebrity disease that singers got but apparently not. NHS Direct informs me this will apparently go on for weeks. I can't sound this manky and croaky for weeks! I have to talk to people! I get actively penalised if I don't! *flails*
I also feel a bit daft having gone to the doctors for what is essentially a non-illness. Ho hum. I feel like crap and next time I know what to look out for. But it hurts and my chest hurts and I am very good at feeling sorry for myself. In order to properly feel sorry for myself, I'm going to spend all day in my pajamas and do my dissertation reading because I am SO BEHIND that it isn't funny.
HOWEVER. Because I am crazy and because I want to wear this sodding ballgown this June, I'm going to the Graduation Ball tomorrow. BUT COLLEEN YOU ARE NOT GRADUATING. (Oh, don't shout, I can't shout back.) Well, no, I'm not, but I have volunteered to run the cloakroom for two hours. Yes, I have work in the morning, yes, I am ill, but, well. I'm determined to try New Stuff this summer and actually be interesting and stuff. Plus I know a few people who'll be there, so it'll be fun. And if not, well, I'm doing the first two hours so I can sod off early. :-)
Now though, bed. I had to get up early this morning to let the washing machine repairman in. Don't ask. It is a ridiculously long story even by my standards.
Yeah. All good. I meandered to the evening surgery and got me seen to by a doctor. She, after a wee bit of poking around, declared I had a 'nasty virus' and laryngitus. I assumed this was a posh celebrity disease that singers got but apparently not. NHS Direct informs me this will apparently go on for weeks. I can't sound this manky and croaky for weeks! I have to talk to people! I get actively penalised if I don't! *flails*
I also feel a bit daft having gone to the doctors for what is essentially a non-illness. Ho hum. I feel like crap and next time I know what to look out for. But it hurts and my chest hurts and I am very good at feeling sorry for myself. In order to properly feel sorry for myself, I'm going to spend all day in my pajamas and do my dissertation reading because I am SO BEHIND that it isn't funny.
HOWEVER. Because I am crazy and because I want to wear this sodding ballgown this June, I'm going to the Graduation Ball tomorrow. BUT COLLEEN YOU ARE NOT GRADUATING. (Oh, don't shout, I can't shout back.) Well, no, I'm not, but I have volunteered to run the cloakroom for two hours. Yes, I have work in the morning, yes, I am ill, but, well. I'm determined to try New Stuff this summer and actually be interesting and stuff. Plus I know a few people who'll be there, so it'll be fun. And if not, well, I'm doing the first two hours so I can sod off early. :-)
Now though, bed. I had to get up early this morning to let the washing machine repairman in. Don't ask. It is a ridiculously long story even by my standards.
