Dragging my arse off to the docs

I’m off to the doctor in an hour.  I, for some reason, woke up at 10:30am.  Weird right, considering I only got home around 6am.  Oh well, I figured considering it was still so early, I’d ring my doctor, as it doesn’t look like this shit is going away by itself.  In fact, I’ve had some people tell me they think it’s gotten worse and my workmate kindly told me that I look stoned lol.
Maybe I should be stoned, if I knew how to take drugs that is 🙂  At least then I could be paranoid that I might be sick.
Sorry to those who clicked on the link without reading the sentence after 🙂
I made myself paranoid at work last night, which didn’t help.  I couldn’t stop coughing, again, and blowing my nose, and for some reason I seemed to think whenever I blow my nose, the mucus seems bright yellow from my left nostril – I know right..weirdo.  Anyway, it’s probably not and I’m sure they are both the same colour, but it’s definitely yellow, and there’s a lot of it.  I’ve gone through so many tissues this is unreal, and I can’t keep going to work like this after a week and a half of no improvement.
Why did I make myself paranoid?  Remember when I got king-hit in Sydney three weeks ago?  In the left temple?  For some reason, my brain decided that maybe it’s finally caught up on me.  I miraculously walked away from that injury free, even though he hit me hard-and-fast in a spot that technically, could have killed me, or at least knocked me to the ground.  I decided that somehow I went a week sick-free because I suddenly developed cold-like symptoms, and instead of mucus and phlegm, it’s actually brain fluid 😛 … when in reality, it’s happened because I simply over-partied too much in too short amount of time.  I gotta remember that I am 28 and not 18 anymore, but that seems like SUCH a lame excuse.  I should be making that excuse when I’m 68, not 28!

…Yes, this is how the wonderful mind of Matt works…. lol!

So anyway, I figure I’ll mention that to the doctor, about being king-hit – maybe he’ll refer me for a cat-scan? 

Or maybe he’ll prescribe me some happy pills that finally stop my nose running like a faucet, my chest cough from making me sound like Barry White, and my head from feeling like it wants to explode with each cough.

Oh, and date is still going ahead tonight.  Fucking fantastic.  Looking and feeling like shit, this is gunna go down a treat lol.  At least I get one night off to recover and hopefully I can drug myself up real good.

Thanks for the cranberry juice idea.  We actually sell that at work – I had no idea.