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Tracey Davis ([info]irrepressibly) wrote,
@ 2008-02-09 00:56:00
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Saturday - February 9th 2000 - 1AM
For the record: I've the worst head cold in the world. Some bastard thought it'd be a swell idea to play a prank and cursed or laced the coffee machine in the break room with some sort of magically mutated head cold. It's disgusting and terrible and it's not fun in the least.

Pepperup isn't working and father's home remedy isn't doing the trick. I've half a mind to pay a trip to Mungos, but I hate the waiting room. It's so dirty and the people are so ridiculously vile. Plus, the healers are hardly interested in curing you - they want to diagnose quickly and send you on your way regardless of if their diagnosis is right in the first place. Ignore the fact that the waiting you did in the waiting room only makes things ten times worse a day or two later. It's really just not fair.

Our family Healer in Chelsea doesn't have any open appointments until April - which is entirely ridiculous. You'd think he'd move people around when you're best mates only child is practically dying. I can't even walk properly and I think I've a fever. And I've the worst headache. And I can't breath properly...and the scratching from this bloody dictation quill isn't helping at all!

I don't think I'm going into work tomorrow- today- bloody hell what time is it?


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