Sick. Very. As in, sick enough to walk very slowly for fear of falling over, and to carry around a plastic bag at all times in case of rapid meal evacuation from the mouth, so to speak.
But still, I write. At least a little. Because I will never get over the diagnosis my health services attempted to give me. Listen to the patient when they tell you they get strep >8 times a year, okay? Especially when they turn out to be, unsurprisingly, right in this case as well.
Rant over. If you’d like to see something of substance, I’d recommend checking out this awesome video, provided by the boyf.
Fevered, weak, raw throat.
Me: “Strep?” Doc: “Acid reflux!”
Really, Doc? Fuck you.
