So I went into the doctor and told him, “My throat’s sore. I think it’s my ear.” Sounds like the start of a bad joke, doesn’t it?
Anyway, the good news is no ear infection. Just some congestion and nothing a little Flonase and some time won’t fix.
Is it just me, or do doctor’s offices seem totally different than just five years ago? I always feel like I’m being rushed… the doctor I used to have would come in, sit down (it makes me nervous to talk to a doctor who’s standing and fiddling with his doctor-toys), and ask me how things were going before we even started talking about any illness. I also don’t really have a single doctor… I’ve seen pretty much everyone that works at this particular office. I liked the doctor I had when I first started going there, but she moved to another location after about six months.
Anyway. Everything’s good to go and my brain won’t leak out of my ears during Paul’s wedding. Hope he appreciates it. Ungrateful bastard.
And to Alex: start feeling better soon, man. We’re all pulling for you. Except for Corey. I heard he doesn’t really like you very much. Ungrateful bastard.
(Last note: if you’re in the mood to support a good person and a good cause, consider supporting Kristy and her participation in the National Race for the Cure [for breast cancer].)