i had about an hour's sleep last night. which is neither bragging nor an exagerration. the sore throat, which i have now seen the company doctor about twice, has got worse and is now playing 'what am i?' with me.
am i a sore throat?
am i a toothache?
am i an earache?
am i some kind of glanular thing?
quite frankly i'm too tired and miserable to play so am plumping for a tantalisingly grim mix of the four.
i am finally seeing my own doctor at 4pm TOMORROW afternoon. death not being imminent that was the earliest they could squeeze me in!
so, i'm feeling fairly wretched, as you may have sensed.
what is not helping is the 'illness oneupmanship tournament' i seem to have started by actually admitting i feel rough. (my sister will tell you i am rarely ill and give into being poorly with even less frequency.)
here is a random selection of responses to my saying i'm not well when asked about the state of my health:
'oh, i feel awful too. i've got a really bad headache.'
'i was like that all last week, i'm still not ok, really hot and tired.'
'i know, i've got such a sore throat i can hardly swallow.'
i just want to weep, or bite someone's head off.
don't tell me… you feel suicidal and have never had such bad PMT
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Oh you poor thing, please don't worry, I'll care for you on your sick bed. It's probably something really serious, you are SO brave for carrying on.
Does that make you feel better? You have a SORE THROAT for goodness sake. Get on with it. ( I on the other hand have a potentially lethal nose lump which does merit a mention. Tssk!
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