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.