Walk-In Clinics & Whistles

I gave in and went to the walk-in clinic today. It was quite an adventure, since I was loopy and probably shouldn't have been driving, and once I got there I had to keep interrupting my list of symptoms with coughing fits. But the nurse was nice, and patient, and had plenty of tissue.

Is it flu, you ask? No. No it is not. I have bronchitis, and possibly just a wee touch of pneumonia. And no I also have antibiotics and an inhaler that scores very well on the helping-me-breathe scale, and abysmally on the tasting-even-kinda-okay scale.

Thanks to all who sent good wishes; I'm still a little loopy, but definitely on the mend. Adam and I go to see our regular doctor tomorrow, so we'll make sure he doesn't have anything nasty (I don't think so, but I'll feel better once someone who paid an extraordinary amount of money for school agrees with me), and have the doc listen to my lungs and give his opinion.

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Our teakettle has no whistle. I really don't think that's appropriate; I mean, how am I supposed to know that my water's boiling when I'm in the other room watching The Two Towers if the damn thing doesn't whistle? To be fair, it does have a really stellar leak, and a tendency to rust if you leave water in it, so I suppose I shouldn't complain: it's full of features.

I'll be running in 2008 on a pro-whistle platform; I hope I can count on your vote.