“Yes, it sounds like you have got a kidney infection,” says The Doctor on the phone just now.
Oh great. This is totally sodding up tomorrow night.
“You need to go to the GP.”
[incredibly whiney voice] But the GP is closed!!!!!!!!
“There’s the walk-in centre in [insert suburb of my city]. You have to go there and get antibiotics.”
Oh what?!
“It will only get worse if you don’t.”
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So, I am forcing myself out of my fluffy white dressing gown (even though it is more a shade of off-white now) and pulling on clothes and driving to [insert suburb] where I will sit with all the other miserable sods for too long at the mercy of the struggling NHS. Great. I wouldn’t go, but the pain is too bad today. I just want to put my coat on and do the belt up to give my back some support. And as for New Year’s Eve. The last thing I want to bloody do is go out.
Ah piss. I have an infected wisdom tooth. it’s a bitch
Damn kidneys forcing you go out. How ungrateful.