My ear has been throbbing and aching for the past few days so I went to the GP to see whether my infection has returned, when I got there there was like three people waiting in line. I was dumbstruck. My hometown is so deprived that there's like ten doctors surgeries serving the whole valley (population approx 100k) so every time I had to go there growing up I'd have to wait about six hours while all the gyppos sorted out their kids' impetigo/consumption/black death or whatever. And there'd *always* be some horrible 40 year old in hot shorts and a tank top shrieking about the wait to the receptionist. The doctors there were all mainly foreign with a limited command of English, probably because all the white doctors were busy being paid ten times as much to work in wealthy middle England Tory voting constituencies with about half as many patients on their books. Well anyway my infection has returned so she gave me some antibiotics. No alcohol for me for the next month then. Joy.
Another phone call from dear old Mother tonight, who's off work for the next week because she has some sort of virus. And apparently she has nothing better to do in this week than phone me up and moan at me for an hour and a half about how much she hates life, how my sister's too selfish to rush off home the first moment she feels under the weather, and how my brother and I are complete and utter failures who've never lived up to her expectations. Christ she really fucks me off sometimes, and it's not like I can answer her back. Being an eternal optimist who always sees the good in people I'm going to assume her foul mood is down to the virus and not her being an all-round bitch.
No uni tomorrow, ace. Jenny's off too so i'll go to see a film with her. Can't decide whether I like Kylie Minogue's new song or not.