Probably medical TMI

[rosiedoes]

The CT scan apparently showed that my sinuses are only mildly fucked, and probably aren't the reason I have face ache, can't clear my throat, have a chronic phlegmy cough, spit out great chunks of grey when I brush my teeth and my glasses give me a headache from pressing on the bridge of my nose.

But his delivery of this fact was condescending and completely indifferent. It was a real attitude of, "Well, it turns out it wasn't my specialism causing it, so whatev." He now says it's possibly reflux (stomach acid coming up my throat) which I am completely certain it's not. I mean - I think I'd notice. Especially because the main sympton is heartburn and I don't get heartburn. When I said to him that I didn't think it was coming up, but rather going down into my throat, he said, "How could you possibly even know?" as if I had no right to disagree with him.

How could I know whether I'm vomming up stomach acid, rather than choking on phlegm? I dunno, possibly because IT'S MY FUCKING THROAT, MUPPET.

Either way: no mini-operation to try to cure it ("It's disappointing when a medicine doesn't work - but it's more disappointing when an operation doesn't work." Read: "I'm not blowing my budget on you if I can make you pay yet another £6.90 for a prescription. You're making us a mint at the moment!") and instead, I have tablets to stop my stomach making acid. You know? Acid? That stuff which is imperative for digestion?

What if he's wrong, and I'm right? What if I'm not producing too much stomach acid, and in fact, will now be suppressing it and not producing enough?

Generally, I'm pissed off and upset. I keep getting a sharp throb just behind my temple (sometimes with additional vision-wobble) - always in exactly the same place - and I'm afraid to ask a doctor if it's likely to be something serious, because they keep treating me like a moron and a hypochondriac.


So yay. When I drop down dead, blame Dr. Theo Joseph of Whittington Hospital.

In other news, it's looking increasingly unlikely that I will ever seen The Pretteh again, and that makes me sad. He's one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. He fucking made me gasp and think, "WOAH!" when I first saw him. Everyone you mention him to at work loves him. It sucks that everything has come about like this. I want the w00bie back!

Also, Crazy Bitch has started on about the internet, now. She's come in drunk, and thankfully Robert has been wrapped up in the argument, this time. I completely kept my cool while she raved and made stupid noises like a mad alcoholic. She refused to accept that sometimes modems and wireless routers just crash. That sometimes they go slow and need rebooting. That if no one knows she's downloading something and she's doing it without a download manager, when Telewest tell us to reboot and we do to double our bandwidth, we are not doing it deliberately to spite her.

I filled Robert in a bit on the background, and how various people have moved out primarily because of her and how you simply cannot 'just ignore' her when she's like that, because she'll keep coming back and digging and digging - and if what she wants it to watch the TV and you want to watch something that's already on, she will make a point of standing there bitching at you and making a noise so it's ruined.

She just also stood outside my door and made cooing noises at the cat, as if I fucking care. I buy her expensive cat food, yeah - but only because the poor bloody thing gets fed the cheapest, most horrific looking shit in the shop if I don't. It can't be good for her to be shut in a smallish bedroom while Mapie chain smokes, either - but that's where she is now. I like the cat, but I am not attached to the cat enough for childish behaviour like that to be anything other than pathetic.

She's heading out again, now. The cat gets a repreave. I was half expecting her to lock the router in her bedroom.

I just honestly do not know what to do with the woman. Aside from think up fantastic ways to dispose of the body - but I've seen CSI, I know I'd never get away with it... I'd just sat down to watch Dogma - which looked like it would be one of the new favourite films - and I missed so much of it I've just switched it off and come to bed. All because of Crazy Bitch.

She is honestly fucking bat shit. And now I'm going to have to buy a DVD. Another one to add to the fucking collection of Great Unwatched.

Seriously: can I have a new life, now, please?


ETA: Crying over potentially sinus-related problems make it worse, stupid.