an honest man doesn't really have the knack for this sort of thing
quel jour. firstly, i don't really look like that picture up there any more, cos i've had a ridiculous haircut. hopefully that's me done with visiting the hairdresser's for another four years, though! i had a wonderfully northern irish encounter today with a GP whose advice i sought regarding my ridiculous knee. it went something like this:
Me (entering surgery): 'Hello'
GP (very unfriendly): 'What is it?'
There follows a lengthy description of my housemaid's knee
GP: 'Right. Right. Right right right.'
Long pause
GP: 'And do you feel sick at all?'
Me: 'Not really, just the knee.'
GP: 'Well, you probably have an infection. All you can do now is wait until your knee gets really swollen and painful, and you feel terrible, and then go to Casualty.'
Me: 'Oh.'
GP: 'I'll write you a prescription anyway.'
Me: 'Please don't let it be for ibuprofen.'
GP hands me a prescription for ibuprofen
Grr! nevertheless, all is well. i'm feeling quite strange with my short hair but i'll get used to it soon no doubt. an evening of DVDs and of knee-elevation awaits!
Mate, Ibuprofen sucks ass, it makes me throw up, which sort of defeats the purpose of taking something to make you feel better. I'm sure that the knee elevation works, and when you come back to tha hood I'll make you some shop-bought pancakes and maple syrup.
01 Oct 2005, 10:34
mate, i know. ibuprofen is totally rubbish. my knee isn't even swollen now, it's just really sore when i walk up stairs, and it makes a horrible crackling noise which i can actually HEAR. jesus! very looking forward to pancakes. it's probably for the best that we do buy them, as the last time i attempted to make my own i used four times the requisite amount of egg, and they were horrible.
01 Oct 2005, 10:54
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