At my parent's home, off work sick.
Been ill since last Weds, just feeling rubbish, cold and shivery one minute, stripping off the next. I was off on Thursday, but felt a bit perkier in the evening so went in work again Fri. On my dinnerhour raced over to the library returning Chinese cookery books, then Boots to get a sandwich and electric toothbrush. I nearly fainted in there. All afternoon back in work the idea to ask for the rest of the day off is on the tip of my tongue, but all I have to do is click a mouse so I stuck it out.
After a weekend of not-going-out I decided to finally try get some medicine. Rang 3 surgeries in Chorlton, none of which were taking new patients. My old Drs back up in Chadderton didn't have an appointment until this Weds evening, so got my paw to drive me up to Oldham Walk-in centre.
The nurse took my temperature, looked in my ears, down my throat and said "make sure you take plenty of fluids". Maybe I've just been imagining feeling rough. The roof of my mouth is incredibly sore, like I've burnt it eating pizza. I hope I don't have a dental rather than medical problem...
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