still moaning I'm afraid

[erastes]

I don't think I'd ever label myself "best-selling author". I see it all over the place, and I think possibly that if you see it so blooming often you just begin to wonder where this accolade comes from. I know that most people use Amazon as a guideline, but then with the way that you can manipulate down the lists: books>literature>romance>heterosexual>rabbit-oriented>dutch-lopeared>sci-fi, just about anyone can be a best seller. I've been at the number one spot several times on Amazon, but it's always been on a diluted list: book>gay>romance>erotica and something like that. If I ever actually headed the gay list on Amazon.com - then I might consider adding the accolade, but not before I think. But hell, that's just me. If I ever head the BOOKS category, then baby!!!! BEST SELLER will be in sparklie lavender sprinkles.

I am on anti-biotics. It is what I am always on ABs for (as it's a Scorpio trait apparently) but hurrah, things have improved since I last was forced to take them (I only take drugs when I absolutely HAVE to) as my heart sank when he said "I'll prescribe you a course..." and then soared when he said "it's usually three days.." (HURRAH!) "but I'll give you five..." (boo.) But I can make five days without wine. I'm sure..... *trembles* Last time it was THREE WEEKS and I failed miserably, which is probably why I've still got the bloody problem.

Incidentally my latest brush with my GP (General Pillock) has reaffirmed my lack of faith in all things NHSy. Don't get me wrong, t'is a wonderful thing and all that, and I wouldn't want it any other way, but when I go into a doctors I'd like
1. the doctor to turn around and LOOK AT ME and listen to me, instead of sitting there at his computer, not taking his fingers off the keyboard, or his eyes off the screen.
2. not to have the doctor (who has my medical records available from when I was BORN) ask ME: "are you allergic to anything?" when he's about to prescribe me dangerous drugs.
3. the doctor to actually examine me and not just ask me to roll up an inch of my trouser leg and peer around the desk (whilst still not taking his hands off the keyboard.
4. for him to actually believe my concerns, and to answer my questions.

In fact, I'm SO sick of this guy, that I am leaving - and I am going to write and tell him why, and copy the GMC in.

Nothing else to say. The Random Death Eaters wrote one of the Sporks at deadlyhollow btw, if you missed it.

Comments

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I would very much like to be at the top of the dutch-lopeared rabbit-oriented straight romance category. That would be awesome.

That doctor sounds like a real ass - he probably stayed at his computer because he was playing Tetris. Hope the antibiotics are working. *hugs*