Of doctors...

I woke up feeling delirious. Not a good kind of delirious, but the bad bad kind of delirious when you want to get up and go down for a coffee but only just make it to the bathroom. Splitting headache, throat on fire, so cold, and feverish. A big kind of feverish, something like a 102 degrees. I'm not fit to even go down the stairs let alone face outside. Damn, septic flipping tonsils again. Really bad, but at least I get a reason as to why I was feeling so ill yesterday. I'm just hoping it'll get better by tomorrow, I hate feeling like this. I think I should get a round of applause for actually having made it here. But I can't live without this blogger thing. And this blogger thing makes me live. This can't be bad. And of course now I open the door to the doctor again. I have a very nice doctor, who is also a friend. I like him, although I cannot say I like calling him very much because it means I'm unwell. Ok now that just got me thinking about doctors, and one has sprung up. One doctor whom I haven't thought of in a long time, which is good, seeing that he has done enough for his licence or whatever to be taken, shred to bits and fed to goats. He is everything a doctor shouldn't be, but disguises himself as a very concerned friend. And he also thinks he is very cool, so so cool, when he's actually just a little nasty bug which I would gladly crush to nullity. And I don't normally kill ants, or anything of the sort, I let them live. Not this one. This is a very rare species which shouldn't be allowed to see daylight again. And this doctor makes me think of the Chopping Squares in Arab countries. And I absolutely hate Chopping Squares where Arabs meet and make mayhem out of a gory execution. It is not my kind of sport, at all. And if I could I'd banish them forever because I will never agree to corporal punishment of any kind. But at least I'd leave just one Chopping Square on hold, just for when this doctor's time is up. He really is that bad. Just a normal GP who thinks he is the world's biggest and bestest one to diagnose imaginary illnesses.... that is, illnesses which he himself makes up. And in the same way that I've payed for laughing myself silly on Saturday, the big blue marble isn't round for nothing. One minute we're on top, the next we're on the downside. Because what goes around comes around. And sooner or later retribution creeps up on us. Mine creeps up on me in hours. This doctor's retribution seems to have stalled, but it'll come soon enough. And I won't be sorry. Not because I'm a hateful old hag who wants vendetta, but because it's only fair. He can keep trotting all he likes, because one day he'll probably end up limbless. At least I like to think he will. Sorry, but I'm not all good, and no I do not take matters into my own hands, but wait for life to do it for me. Because this is a part of me too.