My stomach has settled down a bit, but I have an ulcer in my throat the size of a frigging golf ball. It hurts to swallow so I’m still not eating properly. I like soup, but you get a bit fed up with it after having it twelve times in a week. And the soggy Weetabix I’m having for breakfast (because it’s nice and easy to get down) is getting boring, and isn’t helping with whatever my digestive system weirdness is.
Philippa says she is getting worried as I seem to have more than one thing going on and none of them are clearing up and my skin is starting to look a bit odd. I told her that all my symptoms are probably down to a lack of sex, and she told me she gives up and ‘on my own head be it’ and that I deserve everything I get.
She wants me to see the doctor, because that’s her answer to everything. I don’t see the point of waiting five weeks for an appointment only to be told ‘you’re probably stressed’ and ‘it’s probably IBS.’ I’d rather let nature take its course, let my body heal itself and distract myself by playing Fortnite online.
RC 15-3-18
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