Gnuurgh. Fwpshoo!

13:46.50 - Friday 20th June 2003   (Link to This Entry)

Oh for the love of..

Hayfever time has come around, folks, and I'm in high dudgeon because, once again, I've managed to select a 'remedy' that does absolutely f*cking nothing for me. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. So far I've spent the entire morning sneezing my brains into various repulped wood products and succeeded only in infuriating myself and screaming obscenities at a f*ckwitted truck driver on the motorway. Hnnngh.

Muggins, here, has been roped into moving my brother halfway across the country on the 1st July and, quite frankly, he was on the verge of being told to f*ck right off this morning - I was that pissed off. I've booked a Transit through Hertz, however, and I'll try and get some hayfever thing sorted before then. Apparently those injections are pretty good and last for a year, but that means going to a doctor.

How do you reconcile a distrust of pills, potions and wotnot with such an incapacitating bout of illness? Answers on a postcard, please...