The reason I only got around to posting about my Slashy Valentine fic now is that I spent most of the day (13.45-18.03) at the health centre, waiting to see a doctor. I'd been feeling a bit under the weather, as previous posts attest, but I put it down to stress. Yesterday, I felt worse, and there was this strange pressure at the back of my head. I dismissed it as a result of the back and neck pain, even though my temperature was a bit higher than normal. I reasoned that my back would feel better if I slept without a pillow, and so I threw the pillows out before going to bed. Bad move. I woke up at a quarter to seven after about six hours of sleep, and was in the awful state where my throat was so sore and dry that I had to get up to drink something warm, all while my body refused to wake up. Upon getting up, I promptly hocked up yellow phlegm. Mmm. My head felt like it was made of concrete and my eyes were blurry from fatigue, and when I took my temperature, I saw that I had a fever. Bloody brilliant. I shuffled into the kitchen, made myself a kettleful of ginger throat tea and had about a pint's worth of it. That soothed the sore throat, but I still felt like I'd been run over by a Corellian freight cruiser. I didn't feel better after several hours' worth of rest, so I called my father and asked him if he could take me to the health centre, because I suspected there was something in my sinuses. Long story short, there was. I was diagnosed with a sinus infection and packed off with a week's worth of cephalexine.
The worst thing about the four and a half hour wait was the boredom. I'd (naively) assumed it would be a fairly quick visit, and so I only grabbed my wallet, my keys and my phone. I could have murdered for pen and paper, since I got several story ideas while I slouched on the uncomfortable couches in the waiting area. Oh well, I still remember most of them.
(A strange thing happened while I was waiting, though. I ran into an acquaintance of mine, who was there with her son, and her first comment after the mandatory "So what's wrong with you, then?" question was "You've become awfully skinny.". Erm, what? Sure, I lost weight due to stress last fall, but I wouldn't call myself awfully skinny at all. *shakes head* And there are more polite ways of saying things like that, really.)
I just want to curl up and sleep, but my neck hurts and I can't really sleep on my side like I'm used to, since it makes me horribly dizzy when I sit up. Argh.
In other, less bacteria-ridden news: I hope my slashyvalentine
author doesn't think I didn't like my fic, because I do. I do, I do, I do. *cuddles fic* It's Craig/Marton (omg) and called Honeymoons and Adulteries
and you should just go read it now.