So I was seen by an extremely rushed (understandable for a Monday) doctor who looked me over, said she saw no sign of infection, @#$% knows why I was in so much pain earlier today, dumped various kinds of free samples on me for nose spary and allergy meds on the odd chance they would do something, and I was out the door.
Go on. Admit it. Which one of you was stabbing a voodoo doll of me earlier? Apparently it's the only possible explanation.
Granted I'm not in pain, and she said that if it was something truly wrong the pain would've gotten worse and not better. So there's that I suppose.
I am, however, tired and cranky and regretting that I can't call into work tomorrow with the words "I quit."
*curls up in a corner to snarl and snipe at the world like a wet and wounded cat*
Go on. Admit it. Which one of you was stabbing a voodoo doll of me earlier? Apparently it's the only possible explanation.
Granted I'm not in pain, and she said that if it was something truly wrong the pain would've gotten worse and not better. So there's that I suppose.
I am, however, tired and cranky and regretting that I can't call into work tomorrow with the words "I quit."
*curls up in a corner to snarl and snipe at the world like a wet and wounded cat*