Woke up this morning and my hand had ballooned to twice its usual size. If I'd had any second thoughts about going to bother my GP about it, it flew right out the window at the sight of that. Angry, red, hot to the touch and hurting like hell...but somehow, strangely reassuring as well. This I recognised. This is an infection. This I can deal with. This will soon be over.
Or it will be as long as I can stay away from the computer keyboard, my doctor says. Medication and absolutely NO typing. ::snort:: Don't they teach GPs some basic psychology, or something?
I couldn't live without the Internet anymore. I don't know how I ever got on without it.
Or it will be as long as I can stay away from the computer keyboard, my doctor says. Medication and absolutely NO typing. ::snort:: Don't they teach GPs some basic psychology, or something?
I couldn't live without the Internet anymore. I don't know how I ever got on without it.
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relieved - Current Music:'Happiness' - The Beloved
Comments
As to not being able to type - bummer. But you have a minion, he has a nice smile - get him to type it for you (only don't let him read it, you don't want to embarrass the poor child).
Hope it gets better soon, G. Look after yourself. Wrap up warm and drink chicken soup if you aren't allowed copious amounts of good wine (which I always feel is the best solution - to anything...)
Cass
I skimmed over the information in the accompanying leaflet so I'm not sure whether or not I should have been guzzling as many glasses of wine as I've had over the weekend, but hey! it was a national holiday.
Still managed to get home in one piece but maybe that's down more to the foresight of taking the train rather than the car...which I don't have since I totalled it a few years back ;-)
You're off soon, aren't you...well, catch up when you're back!