minor sulking:
Slightly aggrieved that I have a consultation on if I need to have throat surgery, again, on the 28th, and now I’m going to have to go in to my doctor, while my city is a huge red spot of Covid19, because everyone agrees that it’s more important to go in during a flare-up to a doctor who doesn’t think I’m hysterical than it is to hide like a molerat in my house.
But then again, super not appreciating the return of the “fainting” part of all of this, so you know what? Sure, why not. 80/63 bloodpressure is proving extraordinarily tedious to fucking deal with.















