What am I saying, I'm still bloody ill. Started Friday when I woke up, skin hotter than hell, I was going to say hotter than Katie Melua, but nothing is as hot as she is, limbs shaking, joints aching, ignore showering or shaving, get down to the doctor.
Wait a blooming minute I says to myself, the tele ads say, "Ask your pharmacist first", that will save me sitting around in a waiting room, "Not booked, ah well, you'll just have to wait till there's a vacancy", "But I'm dying", "Well go and bloody do it outside".
"May I speak to the pharmacist?", Tell him my symptoms, he says, "Bad case of the flu, buy hundreds of expensive cocodamol tablets from my shop and go home and keep warm"
Friday, ten o'clock pm, no warning, and very soon I am digging out clean underpants and jeans. From then until I can get the doctor to call on Monday morning, any journey further than 10 foot,sorry younger readers, that is 3 metres and 3 inches, from the toilet is a journey of great risk to my overburdened washing machine.
"Well your temperature is ok and the shakes have stopped" says the doctor, "It was probably ( probably? from the experts )a bug, seems like you are over the worst of it, the modern thinking is to let it run its course. Bye-bye".
Even if she had given me a prescription for a cork it would have been of some help.
I'm still dying, worse than that, I am out of cigarettes.













29/04/08 @ 00:48