Multicoloured emergency OK, it is 17.13, my fever is back as is my crippling spinal pain. The most worrying thing is that my phlegm has loosened and has become a multi-coloured rainbow. That is probably too much information for the masses but it indicates a serious chest infection. The fact it is turning red is a second issue that is worrying me i.e it may be pneumonia. It doesn't help that my chest is now whistling more than me. It is one of the complications of swine flu that I had feared.
Anyway, the good news is my throat is miles better and my voice is back. Fantastic, now I can whine to everyone about my fragile state. I am on antibiotics only because I really don't feel like dying off and lying dead in some wet gale blown grave badly dug by the deadbeats at the GMC.
Even worse, I really don't feel like being admitted in some dingy NHS hospital where no junior doctor will be able to cannulate me and some moron will ask me whether I speak English or not. I suppose some weedy paramedic will say he cannot carry me because I don't weigh -7 stone and that it is against Health and Safety to carry me to the ambulance. Some old lady last week fell head first onto the pavement because the paramedics didn't carry her properly due to health and safety regulations. This behaviour from health staff is becoming absurd. Lastly, I really don't want to wear a blue gown which falls off everytime you for a pee. I will have to go back to BHS pants and it really really will cramp my style big time. The good thing about being ill is that my records are no longer on the NHS database. Yes, I used the Big Opt Out. There is nothing in there anyway as I hate being a patent, I hate visiting the doctor etc etc.
I have been whinging about the fact I have been quite silly and not taken Tamiflu but a GP I know tells me that the drug only reduces the symptoms by one day. The whine of regret is now driving all my friends round the bend. So this is one in a series of unfortunate events for me. I had to get this complication, it had to be me, it couldn't be anyone else like Liam Donaldson. I was hoping to recover tomorrow but now I have to tolerate these complications and remain quarantined for at least 3 days more. This quarantine is now becoming impossible for me. I have now read all about lipsticks, Jordan and Gold diggers and it would be good if I could concentrate on more intellectual material but its not happening. My concentration span is now less than a goldfish due to this infection. It will become a real emergency if I start watching Big Brother re-reruns.
Apparently, the GMC gravediggers are back to digging again....... . Hope is a fine thing eh....
In the meantime, I am going back to bed and if I don't post tomorrow....... Mike Delphino may have rescued me or lets hope the big G supplies tall dark handsome angels with blue eyes where size does matter!
NB For GT and JL - I meant "wings" *sigh*
Anyway, the good news is my throat is miles better and my voice is back. Fantastic, now I can whine to everyone about my fragile state. I am on antibiotics only because I really don't feel like dying off and lying dead in some wet gale blown grave badly dug by the deadbeats at the GMC.
Even worse, I really don't feel like being admitted in some dingy NHS hospital where no junior doctor will be able to cannulate me and some moron will ask me whether I speak English or not. I suppose some weedy paramedic will say he cannot carry me because I don't weigh -7 stone and that it is against Health and Safety to carry me to the ambulance. Some old lady last week fell head first onto the pavement because the paramedics didn't carry her properly due to health and safety regulations. This behaviour from health staff is becoming absurd. Lastly, I really don't want to wear a blue gown which falls off everytime you for a pee. I will have to go back to BHS pants and it really really will cramp my style big time. The good thing about being ill is that my records are no longer on the NHS database. Yes, I used the Big Opt Out. There is nothing in there anyway as I hate being a patent, I hate visiting the doctor etc etc.
I have been whinging about the fact I have been quite silly and not taken Tamiflu but a GP I know tells me that the drug only reduces the symptoms by one day. The whine of regret is now driving all my friends round the bend. So this is one in a series of unfortunate events for me. I had to get this complication, it had to be me, it couldn't be anyone else like Liam Donaldson. I was hoping to recover tomorrow but now I have to tolerate these complications and remain quarantined for at least 3 days more. This quarantine is now becoming impossible for me. I have now read all about lipsticks, Jordan and Gold diggers and it would be good if I could concentrate on more intellectual material but its not happening. My concentration span is now less than a goldfish due to this infection. It will become a real emergency if I start watching Big Brother re-reruns.
Apparently, the GMC gravediggers are back to digging again....... . Hope is a fine thing eh....
In the meantime, I am going back to bed and if I don't post tomorrow....... Mike Delphino may have rescued me or lets hope the big G supplies tall dark handsome angels with blue eyes where size does matter!
NB For GT and JL - I meant "wings" *sigh*
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