Am sitting at home dog sick trying to make myself feel better. Thank god for paracetamol.
Tried to get through at least half an hour of historical dance, but faded within the first fifteen minutes. Ropeable. Careered into reception to speak to admissions, then slogged it to Gloucester Road to the doctor. Snoozed groggily on the (beautiful!) couch (LAMDA kids really get looked after here - the medical centre was very posh), then saw the sweetly casually dressed GP who told me I had viral tonsillitis (which is what I had diagnosed for myself already). Thanked the doctor for her time, thanked the lord that Britain/LAMDA/Australia/whatever felt that free health care was important, then braved peak hour subway to get home. Made some dinner, chilled out on my floor, aiming to go to bed within the next thirty minutes. Amen.
Need to slow down and take care of myself. Funny how that's so easy to forget.
Had something brilliant to say but have now forgotten it.
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Honey+lemon (lots of it) and hot water - i know you dislike it but I swear by it OR you can do lemon and olive oil which the italians swear by (remember wei in italy) OR gargggggle salt (or swim in sea... clears all the passages every one of them) GOOD LUCK :)
ReplyDeletehaha, when did I ever tell you I didn't like honey and lemon? I should try that...except we don't have any lemon. no matter, I've been drugged up on paracetamol and strepsils which I believe are very bad for you but never mind, I'll pull through...
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