Earache

So now I've got an earache. I have eczema in my ears, apparently. Every so often this causes an ear infection and I need antibiotic drops to fix it. Of course, to get them I have to visit the doctor. I suppose with my immune system low from the food poisoning or stomach bug or whatever it was the infection got a good chance to attack. It must be 18 months or so since I last got this so I suppose it was about due. *sigh*

Prescription

I called the doctor's surgery and if I call back later I should be able to talk to my doctor and arrange to get a prescription without having to actually see the doctor. Not that this helps much - I still have to go to Fleet to pick up the prescription. However, my ear is still hurting and I know from past experience it just doesn't get better by itself, so I may be on a jaunt out to Hampshire this afternoon.

Hey, wait a minute...

... my ear isn't hurting! How did that happen?

So do I get drops just in case or forget about it?

Hungry... need food

After surviving for two days on a diet of a bar of dairy milk, a creme egg and several litres of orange juice, today I am hungry. I had a cup-a-soup this morning but now it's past my lunchtime and I want some real food.

Unfortunately I made a tactical error in my quest for ear drops. I called the doctor again and was told he was still with a patient but can call me back. So I gave them my work number. My work number. The number of the phone that sits on the desk. My mobile is right next to it. My mobile moves - hence the name. So now I'm stuck at the desk waiting for a phonecall and I can't go out in search of food. I've been waiting half an hour now and I'm getting really hungry.

I think there's some way of forwarding calls from the office phone, but I don't know what it is. I think I might have to send someone else to the shops for me at this rate...

An Afternoon in the Life...

So I got the phonecall and left the building after food. I bought a sandwich and juice in Boots and managed all of about three bites of it. However the juice helped the hunger and didn't feel like it was burning through my stomach lining, which is odd because given the relative acidity of a tuna sandwich and a bottle of apple juice I'd have thought the latter more likely to do that.

Then the afternoon was spent in a relatively pleasant journey to Fleet and a hellish rush-hour-hitting return to Peterborough. Every so often I remind myself why I don't do tube trains at rush hour, and today I excelled in finding the hottest day of the year so far (or possibly not but it felt like it) to really drive home the point.

But I'm back now, I have the ear drops to ward off ear pain should it go back to aching instead of just feeling sore, and in less than ten minutes Buffy starts.

I'm having a good year. With the illness and the awful journey I've got good reason to be utterly pissed off right now, but I'm generally pretty happy with life. This is what my ankhs symbolise. Life and enjoyment of life. Even in the face of public transport.