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So... it is Tuesday the 18th. I am sick at home. I got sick on Sunday, the 9th. Let's just take a minute to recognize how long this is. [Here is a space for your contemplation.]

I was going to fight this on my own, but my dad reminded me that my body is a weak, weak thing. So I called up my local doctor and faith in social medicine is restored, because I have an appointment for today.

Total cost of illness from skipping work: 252 pounds (not including commission).

I'm bored.

Edit: In a span of 20 minutes, I've gone to the doctor, been seen by the doctor, gone to the pharmacy, AND returned with my prescription. Sweeet.