Amoxicillin and Buffy
That basically sums up my last 24 hours. The lovely neck fattiness continues, along with the painfulness. So I called my doc in the morning to be like, “um…” Despite assurances that she would call me right back, I waited two and a half hours. So I called back and got kind of bitchy with the staff, and then she called me right back. So, what lesson have I learned? I kind of hate how far pushiness gets you in this country - but then I’m good at it, so it’s kind of a confusing feeling.
So I’m now on fun antibiotics for the next 10 days. Horse pills, but I’m at least glad I can swallow them. But wasn’t feeling like doing a whole hell of a lot, so I just sat around and watched heaps of TV. I was bored silly, but I’ve just not found any books that have held my interest since I’ve been back. This is strange since I devoured books in Europe. I even read a book entitled “The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic” or some such inanity. It was horrible, but it was all this chick had and I was desperate. I think I threw it out rather than inflict it on someone else.
It promises to be more of the same today. Waiting for my jobs to start is just boring me to tears.
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