Not that I mean to whine...

I've had a cold recently (Yeah, hardly headline news) and the last couple of mornings have woken up with an incredible cough. Really, with the right PR I think this cough has the determiniation and guts to be president someday. (I'm not sure what of..coughs maybe) After sitting on the cough coughing from 4-9am this morning I decided to go to the Doctor.

So. I describe my symptoms and do the saying ah etc

Dr: Sounds like all the symtpoms of an asthmatic attack. Have a puff of this free inhaler. Don't you feel better already?
Me: Um..maybe. *thinks "Gee, what a nice Dr"*
Me: And... I have this wart on my foot...
Dr: Right! We'll just go burn that off! Come with me to the bathroom!
Me: Uhhh...

He didn't even say "This may sting a little" and then froze off part of my foot. With liquid nitrogen! I had to walk three blocks home! And the cough came back.

Yes, ok, I'll be thankful to the doctor when the wart actually heals but right now I have a cough and a sore foot and feel like being irrationally whiny. Specially since I seem to have developed both asthma and hayfever all of a sudden, unless he misdiagnosed me. Maybe I'm just wierded out by seing part of my body turned into a chunk of ice all of a sudden.

Not that I mean to insult one of our fine medical practitioners, so compassionate and undertstanding of the sick. Especially those who are, say, too sick to buy birthday presents. Yes. Doctors good.

Maybe I should shut up now....

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Another conversation from today:
Phlebus: Can you find out some swancon details for me? Our internet is down.
Me: Sure, I'll email you.

Yeah, shutting up. Good idea.