I saw a GP this morning who I swear looked about fourteen. I now have steroids (cortico not anabolic) and antibiotics. I was also given permission to stab my infected absess thing with a sterile pin because it is just an infection and nothing to do with my lypmh gland.
I don't mean to be rude sweetcheeks but PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME CHRISTMAS PRESENTS, I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND AND I DON'T WANT THEM
It popped itself while I was driving. Spoiler: TMI warning The inside of my blouse looked like someone with a really, really bad cold had blew their nose on it. I'm gutted that I missed out on popping it myself.
I have just done so much house work and it's far from COMPLETE. I still need to polish, mop, clean the bathroom and finish the dishes. It was that or self harm.
My 39 weeks (statutory) maternity pay has come to an end. I've never seen such a sorry paycheck, and just before Xmas too
Good job all those colleagues you did sexual favours for back in the day are stuffing you Christmas cards with unmarked notes.
One of those days where I could have doused the office in petrol, lit a rag and then marched out like this...
Why do some people feel the need to suck the fun out of anything that has been designated "fun"? It's your work: it's compulsory fun which means (a) it's compulsory and (b) it's fun and you'd better make like you enjoy it if you want to pass yr year-end review. "I'm too busy" says the person who spends the first 30 minutes of the day eating breakfast, chatting to their pal, going for a dump etc and the next hour ot two reading The Sun's website. Fuck off!!
I explained to my mum the other day my outrage at the BBC being blocked at my work as if I'd been denied a HUMAN RIGHT. Having not worked at an office since the 1970s she was quite agog that internet browsing was fairly normal work behaviour.
I've taken one dose of antibiotics and, joy of joys, here comes the thrush! Not enough that I have a stinking chest infection and infected pus-filled bubo under my armpit, it had better all have sodded off by Christmas.
I'm a complete wreck at the moment. Did a quick run to litte Tesco earlier and had to sit on the doorstep for a rest after I unloaded the car when I got home. It's scary, this is how it must feel to be an old person. I stood at the chemist counter and couldn't remember what the thrush tablet was called (Flucanozole) and the only word I could think of was guacamole and knew it wasn't that. So I asked for "the little blue thrush tablet with the funny name".
2.5 days? LIGHTWEIGHT Don't EVEN with people who claim to be 'busy' at work. Worst thing is they are BELIEVED despite all evidence to the contrary.
That's gone quick! When are you planning on going back to work? My colleagues and i have £250 vouchers to spend in Argos on random things. Its proving very hard.
My week long flu is finally letting up after double dosing for the whole of yesterday night. Paracetamol resistance is such a drag
@Mugatu Don't suppose you can put it on imgur like usual? I have changed it but no idea if it's worked, because the website you've put it on this time is blocked
I have a similar problem that the porn filter at my parents' house (I'm fucking 24, mum!) blocks out Imgur. It shows ok for me on the random image-hosting site I found.
