Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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Is this hell?
Wake up on Monday morning with a bastard cold and spend the day feverish and shivering. Due to my fever, I curl up in a ball in bed that night and have to spend the next day with evil bastard back pain *and* a cold.On the day of one of my GCSE's.
It gets better.
The next day, I've still got a cold and another GCSE. Day afterwards, I reckon I have the cold beat. I celebrate (after yet another fucking GCSE) only to come down with some evil bastard sore throat which means I can hardly swallow. Finally, a hastily booked doctors appointment with an evil doctor reveals that not only can they not give me anything for my throat, but that I also have an ear injection.
Reeling from pain and shock, I wander down to the bus stop to get the bus two miles back to my house. Where the bus promptly drives past me, leaving me with a 30 minute wait in the freezing cold for another one.
It's been a bad week.
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 19:12, Reply)
Wake up on Monday morning with a bastard cold and spend the day feverish and shivering. Due to my fever, I curl up in a ball in bed that night and have to spend the next day with evil bastard back pain *and* a cold.On the day of one of my GCSE's.
It gets better.
The next day, I've still got a cold and another GCSE. Day afterwards, I reckon I have the cold beat. I celebrate (after yet another fucking GCSE) only to come down with some evil bastard sore throat which means I can hardly swallow. Finally, a hastily booked doctors appointment with an evil doctor reveals that not only can they not give me anything for my throat, but that I also have an ear injection.
Reeling from pain and shock, I wander down to the bus stop to get the bus two miles back to my house. Where the bus promptly drives past me, leaving me with a 30 minute wait in the freezing cold for another one.
It's been a bad week.
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 19:12, Reply)
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