I'm feeling particularly sorry for myself at the moment. My poor stigmatised feet don't seem to be getting much better and now my right eyelid has swollen up like a cantaloupe. So I'm off to tuck myself up in bed with a crime novel until I start to feel better. Or, if there aren't any signs of improvement, until tomorrow morning when the health centre reopens.
ETA: The early retreat to bed seems to have done me no end of good. My eye is almost back to normal while my formerly suppurating feet seem have thrown off their signs of infection in favour of a heathy scabbiness.
ETA: The early retreat to bed seems to have done me no end of good. My eye is almost back to normal while my formerly suppurating feet seem have thrown off their signs of infection in favour of a heathy scabbiness.