I’m not dead.
Shawn isn’t either. Although apparently I do have tonsilitus, and it sucks the fat one. I’ve been really sick for about the last five or six days and I finally had enough today and went to urgent care. Everyone there was so warm and helpful.
No, actually they were all assholes, every last one of them except for the actual doctor that I saw, who was a really nice guy. The ladies at the front desk were rude and, I later discovered, incompetent, and after waiting for an hour I was treated to the most royal bitch of a nurse I think I’ve ever encountered.
All’s well that ends well though; I was given some antibiotics and told to take Ibuprofen and Mucinex along with them and I should be fine in a few days.
I’m going to try to get back into the habit of blogging here, and I do indeed have a lot to blog about.
Pat out.