90 minutes in town waiting for the CAB to open, on a distinctly frosty morning. 45 minutes waiting to be seen. 15 minutes being seen, in order to make an appointment to be seen. No, I'm not joking. So I shall be seen at 10am on Tuesday next week. Rar.
Survived the bus journey home without superabundant pain.
Bought candied ginger for anti-nausea, peppermint leaves for destressing tea.
Am curled up around one-pint sunflower yellow mug of peppermint tea, waiting for the meds to kick in so I can lie down to wait for the meds to kick in.
Phone call from mrph, much jolly. Discussion of the homosexual trousers and the Kinsey rating of clothing. Plannage for tonight's Deadlands game, assuming I'm mobile.
Speaking of which: griffen, I was a twonk last night when I said I'd be online around 10pm tonight, because of course it's Monday and I'll be RPing. I'll be online sure enough, but somewhat later.
You know, you're all being really slack when it's come to guessing the piece of music from the hints I've dropped in previous posts. Heck, I'll have finished doing it before anyone guesses at this rate...