Yes, it's still all about me. I did in the end burden the NHS, and am now on my second course of antibiotics, as the first lot didn't do anything except give me the runs. Around the same time, I came on, and the first tears of self-pity rolled down my cheeks. I didn't have enough hands to staunch all my flows. If my ears start leaking, I said to M, I really will be losing stuff from every orifice.
Also, I am slightly worried that, like the dog with no nose, I must smell revolting. Do I smell of poo? I asked. Well, he said, it's hard to tell, since you've been honking of fish for a week.
I threw a box of tissues at his head.
joella
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