Post-Camp Blues
Computer access has been a bit dodgy lately, so I haven't written up my version of the Easter Camp yet.
Short form: I had a ball but I caught a cold.
As of this afternoon (Friday), I am still coughing up green stuff. I finally bit the bullet and made an appointment at the med centre, biked in, biked all the way across campus, found out that they'd moved to Registry, biked all the way back across campus (there are steep slopes and serious roadwork obstacles involved here - it ain't a picnic), got lost in Registry, found the reception eventually, was made to fill out a form (asked for a chair rather suddenly, as my legs went all wobbly), paid twenty-six dollars, and found myself in the office of a flutter-bug who kept shoving pamphlets at me and wouldn't listen. I get the impression that I was interrupting something of his that was important. Possibly a game of Computer Solitaire.
This was between a lesson with a private student whose philosophy when faced with a coughing, sneezing instructor is to squeeze every last bit of good out before I drop dead, and work which starts in about half an hour. Somewhere I'm going to have to stop and eat something, if I can convince myself to acquire an appetite.
I need a hug.
Short form: I had a ball but I caught a cold.
As of this afternoon (Friday), I am still coughing up green stuff. I finally bit the bullet and made an appointment at the med centre, biked in, biked all the way across campus, found out that they'd moved to Registry, biked all the way back across campus (there are steep slopes and serious roadwork obstacles involved here - it ain't a picnic), got lost in Registry, found the reception eventually, was made to fill out a form (asked for a chair rather suddenly, as my legs went all wobbly), paid twenty-six dollars, and found myself in the office of a flutter-bug who kept shoving pamphlets at me and wouldn't listen. I get the impression that I was interrupting something of his that was important. Possibly a game of Computer Solitaire.
This was between a lesson with a private student whose philosophy when faced with a coughing, sneezing instructor is to squeeze every last bit of good out before I drop dead, and work which starts in about half an hour. Somewhere I'm going to have to stop and eat something, if I can convince myself to acquire an appetite.
I need a hug.
posted by theamazingcatherine | 3:17 pm
8 Comments:
Hug
You too huh? Having almost flaked at work I am taking this weekend off, so with full consideration I hope you get well soon...
On the lighter side of the coin, I am not to sure if you would accept a hug from me, but if you are willing, consider yourself Hugged...
Mike
[big hug]
(You shall not outdo me Struan. ;->)
I, too, have a cold, although it seems to be getting better now. Did the flutterbug give you any antibiotics?
I have a prescription. David went to fetch it this afternoon. He was particularly nice to me today, mostly, I think, because I snarled at him when I got home last night (sorry David).
Ironically, the cough has now died down to an itch. I very annoying itch, but not very phegmy. Pity - I could use a bit more stiff upper lip.
Big hug.
Can I suggest writing a little letter to the flutterbug and telling them how you felt? I would consider a G.P. not listening to the patient to be important enough to warrant a little bit of action.
I thought about going to see him today, but chickened out at the last minute (was tired and wanted to go home for some rest). Maybe Wednesday. No hug, Ned? :-(
Big hug.
'twas at the top of the last post, my darling...
I was, er, dazed with illness.
And now I have *two* hugs from my little bro. Yayy!
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