Bitchy McComplainsalot

Not dead!

Just been without internet for a bit during the move.

Quickie mytery illness update: I am mostly better except for my throat, which hurts with the fury of a thousand suns’ angry balled fists pounding against piles of broken glass. I’m seeing a specialist tomorrow. It may mark the first time in my life that I have been excited to go to the doctor. I just want an end to the pain. Every swallow, every yawn, every movement of my neck is excruciating. It ain’t normal. My general practitioner (whom I suppose I should call my ex-doctor, starting now, since he has been kind of worthless during my week-plus ordeal), has seen me twice and done three strep cultures and seen fit only to prescribe a week’s worth of antibiotics for me. “Be patient,” he told me the last time I was there, looking up at him sheepishly, sorry I was pestering him twice in a week. That was a week ago. But fuck patience; I want to be able to swallow without fantasizing about falling off a cliff face first and ending the misery.

My head’s better, though. That’s a relief. I’m still tired as a mofo all the time, but I blame all the stress and sickness and the drugs I’m on.

I’m all moved. I’ll update more on that a bit later. I think tonight is the night that I will seductively pull the DSL modem out of a ratty box and reconnect it to my computer while doing an interpretive dance. And then cuss when it doesn’t work right.

Until then…