My GP prescribed a bag of goodies for me: an inhaler, antibiotics, and codeine cough syrup. Woo. And yet I still feel like crap. Maybe if I mix alcohol with the codeine, exactly the way the bottle says I shouldn’t, that’d help? Err, better not.
And I’ve got an appointment with a Rheumatologist next week. Doctor appointy goodness.
Hobkin is of the opinion that a nip on the nose means “I love you.” Last night, while I was dozing on the couch, he crawled up on my pillow, nipped my nose (thereby waking me up) and then proceeded to snuggle with me for the next several hours. Cute? Yes. An appropriate display of affection? Sigh. Apparently so.