Sitting in my room rather forlornly right now. Kevin's at psychiatric teaching, I decided to skip that today it's just too cold out there and I'm not sure my lungs can take the chill. Spring's supposed to have started!
I went down to King's A&E yesterday to get some help with this breathlessness and sore throat I've been having since the weekend. Basically I've emptied half a bottle of cough syrup and a ton of paracetamol since it started. Woke up yesterday morning totally out of breath and only managed to catch it after a minute's worth of hard coughs; this was probably what got my ass down to the hospital.
Had to endure a two hour wait before being attended to, but no complaints I wasn't exactly an emergency case. I figured it was better to wait and get something done than go through the hassle of getting an appointment with a new GP.
Playing football last Saturday was probably a big mistake. The chill got to me and I think I'm probably suffering from asthma right now. They gave some stuff through a nebuliser, don't know what it was might have been steroids. After about an hour or so, they sent me off with some antibiotics, prednisolone and a salbutamol inhaler.
Feeling a little better today, but I just feel trapped in my room. It's been quite a miserable week.
On a brighter note, I did pretty well for my Spanish test and my sis got great results for her A Levels. Looks like she's on her way to med school, congrats Pei!