scheherazade_79
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I had to have some blood tests today. My tonsillitis is still classed as "acute" and not getting any better. Yesterday I had a new development when the lymph nodes under my arms started swelling up. I noticed in the shower, and freaked out to the point where I cried. I might be 27 but I still had to take my mum with me to the doctor's surgery.
And lo and behold, what should happen but my first ever breast examination - carried out twice in one day by two very different but equally attractive women. I didn't enjoy it. For one thing I was feeling like utter shit, and secondly I got embarrassed. Saying that, it has to be a personal record - I'd never had my tits felt up by two women in one day, until yesterday.
Anyway, to get to the long and short of it, the both the doctor and the nurse practitioner seem convinced that it's Glandular Fever. I definitely have all the symptoms.
I'm still waiting on the blood tests, but if it is Glandular Fever (and I can't think what the hell else it can be), it means a LONG stretch away from a job that was making me depressed. It also means I'll get way more time to write. And it also means that with the post-viral fatigue I have a damn good reason to take time off from the world of work and have a shot at setting up my own website or finishing a novel.
Sometimes things definitely work out for the better.
And lo and behold, what should happen but my first ever breast examination - carried out twice in one day by two very different but equally attractive women. I didn't enjoy it. For one thing I was feeling like utter shit, and secondly I got embarrassed. Saying that, it has to be a personal record - I'd never had my tits felt up by two women in one day, until yesterday.

Anyway, to get to the long and short of it, the both the doctor and the nurse practitioner seem convinced that it's Glandular Fever. I definitely have all the symptoms.
I'm still waiting on the blood tests, but if it is Glandular Fever (and I can't think what the hell else it can be), it means a LONG stretch away from a job that was making me depressed. It also means I'll get way more time to write. And it also means that with the post-viral fatigue I have a damn good reason to take time off from the world of work and have a shot at setting up my own website or finishing a novel.
Sometimes things definitely work out for the better.