Went to the doctor today. Something I haven’t done since we changed doctors, so had to do the whole new patient thing. Was not entirely heartened by the nurse who had her own personal 8-foot diameter Ciggarette Funk Field, and whose voice sounded like Lord Hrack, Frog-Daemon of Emphysema.
Was seen by a doctor-in-training, which effectively meant I was looked over twice. Diagnosis: virus. Nothing I can do but drink lots of water and rest.
Inevitably, my temperature was a paltry 97 point some-odd at the doc’s. As of a few miunutes ago it’s back up to 100.0.
Yeah, I know, there are few things more boring than a sick-log. In other news…
Telemachus was flaming.
If you’ve IMed me recently and receieved no answer, please leave a comment to let me know. I have suspicions about Kopete. If you haven’t IMed me recently, shame on you. I’m sick and bored and for once I have nothing better to do.