The general consensus has been that I should go and see a doctor. In fact, every time Jean-Marc sees me he says, "Go and see a doctor." Before he says anything else. The truth is I've been on waiting lists for some time.
So I was actually pleased when I was told last night (at 11:30PM) that I could get an appointment for today.
Until this morning, when I phoned work, and they said NO.
I was actually quite upset. But I went to work all the same.
Then at 11, when Libby goes to lunch. We are supposed to get a reliever in now. Because otherwise Libby is going to quit. But today, we don't. Because the reliever decided that she wanted to take her daughter to the dentist.
And now I am ropable