A holiday here being ANZAC day. Only working Thursday and Friday this week.
When I went to the doctors on Monday he examined me re the coughing and nose infection. Said it didn't need antibiotics at the moment, but he'd give me a prescription in case it did soon. As it wasn't getting better at all I decided fuck it, and went and got the prescription. Amoxicillin. So far have taken one last night and one this morning, with little improvement. Still coughing up revolting yellow slime from the top of my lungs and now it's progressed into my nose as well. Oh how very pleasant.
Had a massive headache all day yesterday, probably to do with the sinuses. Down my neck as well. I'm up to the third week of this shit now. Think it's been made much worse by the bazillions of rain we've had last week. Everyone's getting it the doctor tells me (I don't know why doctors tell you that, is it supposed to make you feel better? :s). Anyway I've learnt in the past not to try and be the hero when it comes to these things, particularly the YSD. It only ends in tears, literally.
Still remember one time last year I ended up at the doctor after a great manly delusion about fighting it off myself. I think it's a guy thing. Some blokes just seem to think going to the doctor is a sign of girly weakness or something. My neighbour's like that. He'll get some sort of flu and refuse to go to see anyone. Last year he ended up finally going to see a GP as it was either that or the hospital, he got that bad. Hopefully this time won't be so bad for me, got to be proactive I think and jump the gun a bit.
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