Oh sick, sick...

[desperance]

Actually, when Reganeril says "Oh sick, sick," her sister Goneregan replies "If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine." I do not in fact suspect either of my sisters of poisoning me (they're too far away - Cornwall and Orkney - and do in fact evince signs of quite liking me, every now and then), so the quotation could be said to be inapposite; but lordy, I am sick. Went to Durham last night with m'friend Gail, to eat and drink with shewhomust and durham_rambler, and actually came home sooner than stay over, I felt so foul. My chest hurts, without benefit of coughing; there is something naughty going on in there.

And yes, I am going to the doctor. I am going now. I don't really want to leave the house, and the short walk to the surgery is daunting; but I am going. See me go.

Barry's laser-guided toy will have to wait. Now I feel selfish, as well as sick. He has moved his Favourite Place (Office) from the back of the comfy chair (where he dozed all summer long) to a sack of bubble-wrap (better insulation, now there's a chill in the air), and is gazing at me from that corner. Reproachfully.

I am strong. I will resist this. I will not go into town to buy toys. No.

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[handworn.livejournal.com]

The "ne'er trusting medicine" bit is apropos for two people whose names sound like trade names of the products of modern drug companies.

"Ask your doctor if Reganeril (TM) is right for you."