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[changeling]

I know you're all sick of hearing it, but I still feel like crap. Right about now it's as though I swallowed Draino.

My vaguely-superior told me to go home if I felt too poorly today (well, she didn't say poorly, but I like the word. Esp. in English accent), but I have this really stupid machismo thing built in where I say "Only two days to the weekend. I can survive this." Actually, I think it's a cross between machismo and that British, "No, it's okay. No please, have sex with my wife. I'm sorry I interrupted. I'll just go and, um, put the kettle on, shall I?" Because secretly I am a British gay man. Obviously.

Ritual was good tonight; I felt really trippy throughout, very calm and relaxed. This is a state of mind I usually slip into ridiculously easily in Wendy-rituals, but not so much with the rest of my life. 'Twas quite strange.

I know, however, that had I been sensible, I would have stayed home.

I forgot to phone the hospital again today. And I left my book at work. Bah.

[Edit: I forgot to say this... just in case I haven't responded to your comment with some lame version of "thank you" yet, thanks to all the people who've left me sympathetic notes. It really means a lot to me that I can share the pain like this. Also, go see this website. It is funny.]

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[drnickymaguire.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think it's a cross between machismo and that British, "No, it's okay. No please, have sex with my wife. I'm sorry I interrupted. I'll just go and, um, put the kettle on, shall I?" Because secretly I am a British gay man. Obviously.

And that, love, is what some people call savoir-faire.

Also, I am starting to feel worried about your health. Please do take care of yourself.

And if anyone is being a prig to you, give Mel a call and she'll see if I can make a visit to Australia to kill I mean, discourage them.

- Nicky

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

No, in this case less "savoir-faire", and more "I'd rather be run over by a train than put you to any inconvenience. Oh god, I'm bleeding on your kitchen floor! No, no, I'll clean it up! By the way, could I possibly use your phone? I'd hate to inconvenience you, it's rather that I'm losing quite a lot of bloo-" at which point one passes out.

My health is pretty dodgy at best. It's just so much worse now because I can't just take a week off and collapse into my bed. Then I would be fine. *nods*

Ah, no one's irritating me. You can tell Mel to call off the hit.

[drnickymaguire.livejournal.com]

No, in this case less "savoir-faire", and more "I'd rather be run over by a train than put you to any inconvenience. Oh god, I'm bleeding on your kitchen floor! No, no, I'll clean it up! By the way, could I possibly use your phone? I'd hate to inconvenience you, it's rather that I'm losing quite a lot of bloo-" at which point one passes out.

On such denial was the British Empire founded. That and an overpowering addiction to tea.

Mm. Darjeeling. Hold up while I brew a pot.



Back.

My health is pretty dodgy at best. It's just so much worse now because I can't just take a week off and collapse into my bed. Then I would be fine. *nods*

Don't let your sense of duty endanger your situation more. It's bollocks going to work if you can't even stay functional because of the pain you're in.

While being dependable is a good thing, being a martyr isn't. I trust you have the good sense to know the difference between both states of being.

Ah, no one's irritating me. You can tell Mel to call off the hit.

Oh well. I suppose I have enough legal issues to worry about as it is.

- Nicky

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Well, it's less pain (except for the occasional headache) than it is "overpowering desire to vomit". Except I can't. My body is non-vomit functional.

And it's only partly being a martyr... secretly I have a gym mistress in my head who screams, "It's only a scratch! Get off the floor, you pansy! In my day, boys like you were flogged and fed into the school's furnace! Four degrees below zero is an excellent shower temperature! You're not sick! I won the Tour de France one year, and I had the plague and arsenic poisoning." I blame my mother.

Plus, I need the money if I want to get to the US next year.

[drnickymaguire.livejournal.com]

"It's only a scratch! Get off the floor, you pansy! In my day, boys like you were flogged and fed into the school's furnace! Four degrees below zero is an excellent shower temperature! You're not sick! I won the Tour de France one year, and I had the plague and arsenic poisoning."

However did you happen to meet the rugby coach back at Harrow when I was studying there?

- Nicky

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

All gym masters/mistresses are cloned from one supremely evil Gym Deity. *nods wisely* Cross them with care.

By the by, have you ever read the Molesworth books?

[drnickymaguire.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately not. I shall make a note to find them.

- Nicky

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

By Ronald Searle and Geoffrey Willians. Def. worth it.

[notfudge.livejournal.com]

i love that website, one of my old faves...*pops on british accent for dani's amusement* anyway DO please get better, it's been quite DULL with everyone not feeling their best, what.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Yeah. *kicks health irritably* It's kind of irritating, because the rest of my life's been pretty okay. It's like I've got all my bad karma channelled into my health, or something.

[notfudge.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm, would it be better spread out? Or channelled into something less useful? But if was not so annoying it wouldn't be karma I suppose...?

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Well, exactly.

[ishara.livejournal.com]

Do feel better soon, old chap... I find it's best to keep a stiff upper lip in these situations, and they will eventually resolve themseves.

*snerks & slaps self around*

really, hope you are feeling better soon though, illness is a bitch.

i love that website as well, I look at it every now and then, but I'm thinking that I need to subscribe to the update email list, because it's just hysterical...

[ishara.livejournal.com]

hmm, bad choice of words there *thinks of this afternoon* change that last word to 'hilarious'