I’d talk to you, Gentle Readers, but I’m having the Busiest Week Ever™. I am working 11-hour days to build up extra leave for The IVF, we have guests staying later this week and the house looks very much like a tragic episode of Hoarders, H has another concert (and his mother will be visiting too), and my period is due this weekend. So, err, not blogging, because it is cutting into my valuable staring-tearfully-into-space-while-chewing-my-to-do-list time.
Buserelin – no symptoms beyond a weird bitter-sweet taste at the back of the throat, the horrible sensation of it dribbling back down my nose occasionally, and occasional moments when I think I have sprayed it onto the naked, quivering surface of my brain, also known as ‘you know that thing when you get water up your nose while swimming? Like that.’ The sore throat? Turned out to be a head cold. Yes, I know, a cold in June. But we’re having a traditional British Summer here, clammy, grey, rainy, with cold breeze, and very random and occasional GLIMPSES OF THE SUN IN SPLENDOUR WITH ACTUAL HEAT. So a head cold is mandatory. Oh well. H got over his in about three days.
Oh, crap, must call GP and find out if I have chlamydia or not. *chews fresh hole in to-do list*