other forms of medical treatment options are closed: I develop symptoms that should or need to be seen by a doctor. Which means I inevitably end up in the emergency room. I think it is become quite the habit with me and one I am hoping to break at some point.
There have been numerous incidents: the boxing day I spent waiting at the ER for antibiotics because of a raging sinus/ear/throat infection while my mum and my brother went shopping all the great after Christmas sales. Or the Easter that I came home, barely breathing and no inhaler insight (really, I should know better as an asthma sufferer). I think the only reason a trip to A&E was avoided at that time was the intervention of a goodly friend who was also an asthma sufferer and happened to be a doctor as well (the proper kind; not the tweed jacket and leather elbow patches kind).
So here it is, another long weekend - one that should involve good times with friends and food and trips to exciting places, and I am stuck with my immune system having a field day and popping allergy pills like no tomorrow. I am flushed, but it certainly is not from a liberal dose of alcohol or from the attentions of a wanted suitor. C'est la vie, ne c'est pas??? If it is god, then he or she has a wicked sense of humour. But more than likely, it is just a physical wayof saying that I am not equiped to cope with too much free time: I am a girl on the go who plans to always be going places.
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