Face ache.

I've just been accepted into a psychic development circle for gay and bi people.

Woo hoo!

Eat your heart out, Acorah.

Also, the hoppy people have given a name to what they think is wrong with me at the moment: Chronic Rhino-Sinusitis. Or something.

It explains a lot. I have to be on more lovely drippy steroids I can gag on for a while, then I need to have a CT scan, which I'm being sent an appointment for - then, if my sinuses look bad they're going to give me 'an operation... well - sort of an operation' according to my doctor.

If they look fine, they'll have to start from scratch again and work out what to try me on next.

Where the hell is House when you need him?!

I had to get two more prescriptions - but they can't give me one at the hospital, so I have to go to my doctor with the prescription and get him to write me a civilian prescription so I can get it at a normal pharmacy. Ironically, it's the first part of my medication that I need to do that for - so I can't take any of it until I've been to see Doctor El Stupid.

Yay.

Love is...

Jason's girlfriend dumped him. :(

And much in the same way my last girlfriend dumped me.

People suck.

*pets the best friend*

People don't deserve decent folk like me and JJ. They screw us around, drag our feelings through the mud and then act like the victim who has martyred themselves for a short time dating us.

It's so not on.

Maybe it's just girls. I can't remember any of my boyfriends doing that.

*Sigh* Oh, for the arse love of a good boyshape!

The Love Doctor.

Can I just say, I ♥ Doc Robbins.

That old boy is so ebil. The malevolent glee in his eyes when he gets to check out a dead brain is just brilliant.

I want him to go 'Muahahahahahaaaa!' one day.