February 1st, 2008

Random - Absinthe!


I appear to have caught a cold. Though, to be honest, it's been trying to develop for a while. I blame the rain yesterday...

Isn't it weird how the cheaper your medicine is, the better it works? I always find that 20p paracetemol from the newsagent works much quicker than that from the chemist, and the same has appeared to be true of cold tablets. (With the exception of Benylin Night & Day, the latter of which are the win. I wish they'd just sell the Night ones on their own, so I wouldn't have to buy the whole packet just to get some sleep... whatever's in them, it works.)

At least it's the weekend, so hopefully I can try and fight it off before work again on Monday.

Today has been really deathly quiet, for some reason, which is especially odd considering it was insanely busy on Monday and Tuesday...

I... don't have anything else to say. The cold has killed my bwainz.
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I'm beginning to think there are absolutely no doctor's surgeries worth their salt any more. Whilst my new one is miles better than my old one (the receptionists are human, for a start) it still has its problems.

I dropped my prescription off on Monday afternoon when I made my appointment for Thursday. There was a sign on the window saying that they now require 48 hours to process them instead of the usual 24, but that didn't matter because I had just enough medication to last until Thursday, when I would be picking it up and obtaining a new batch.

So, Thursday, I have my appointment and attempt to pick up my prescription. Which hasn't been done. The receptionist looks me up on the system and reads out something I've never heard of, and I explain that it's asthma medication - ventolin. She finds the evohaler prescription and says it'll be ready on Friday.

So, this evening, I get off the bus (in a blizzard, with a cold) and go to the surgery to pick up my prescription. I walk to Boots (halfway home) and get out the two prescriptions - one for my new pills and one for my inhalers. And realise that they've only bloody repeated the ventolin (which I don't urgently need) and not the seratide, which I've run out of. Obviously I didn't think to check the prescription at the surgery because I presumed they would get it right. And this was despite, when I dropped it off, the other receptionist saying it didn't matter if I hadn't checked the boxes because if I wanted everything on there it wasn't necessary.

So I didn't even bother getting that one. I have one remaining ventolin inhaler, but no seratide, and given that I have a cold and my chest is getting tighter, the former is probably just as well...

Now I'm going to have to take it back in on Monday and probably repeat the whole bloody fiasco all over again. Stupid surgery.

So, yeah, the snow would have been more appreciated if I hadn't had to walk home in it - which in itself would also have been more appreciated if not for the stinking cold. I had a cold in November, stupid body, I don't want another one. No time off work for this little typist, thank you very much, and if I have to miss choir again I will not be happy.