While the doctor ran about an hour late, I gathered some pamphlets on milk, anxiety, contraception, ovarian cancer and more, oh and kept up with Twitter. There is a foot for 31 photos with knee high socks under some jeans.
I have three days off work with a medical certificate, two “for if you get worse” scripts, one for if I actually get worse, the other for if the nose dries but the cough keeps going. I’m going to have to watch the time I spend on the computer the next few days so I don’t get too angry with politics. As if that could happen :p