The sun is shining, it's quite warm...and I'm bored shitless. Mollie has found her dirtiest, grottiest bone from out of the garden and is currently lying on my bed gnawing on it. I think she wants me to play with her but she's got no chance. LOL.
Apparently the weather in Skegness is gorgeous and Craig has sent me a photo text to prove it. Blue sky, Mam with a cigarette in her hand and squinting...not a pretty picture. It's very hard to get a photo of my Mam WITHOUT a fag and/or pulling a face.
I rang the Drs surgery this morning to speak to the triage nurse, but there's not one available today. I could have gone to sit at the surgery at 10.30am in the hope that I would have been seen eventually today, but I don't think I could have sat an unknown length of time. I was offered an appointment with the GP I normally see for tomorrow at 5.40pm, so I've taken that. At least she knows what's happening and with any luck she'll have the results from the swab she took last week. I only have today and tomorrow left to take the antibiotics, which aren't helping, and I'm hoping she'll be able to give me something tomorrow that DOES work. Fairly quickly with any luck...you know, a wonder cure. I can't cope with this for much longer. I've been describing the pain as being like someone attacking me with razor blades, if it goes on for much longer it'll be me with the ruddy razor blades. Of course, first I'd have to get someone to go to the shop and buy me some. Can you still get razor blades? Proper ones I mean?