Today’s been pretty productive, and I have to say that I feel good about what I’ve managed to get done. This morning I went to see my doctor and tell him I want a tonsillectomy. At first I was nervous that he would try to dissuade me from getting the procedure or that he would insist I take more antibiotics. When I told him, however, he actually seemed happy for me and even said he was glad I came to that decision. So, he’s referring me to an ear/nose/throat specialist and he seems hopeful that they will agree to give me the surgery, but even if I have to wait a year at least I’m getting the ball rolling. My doctor checked my temperature and it turns out that I’ve got a low fever and I didn’t even know it. He said it’s probably just something small but reassured me that you’re allowed to get sick from more than one thing at a time. Lucky me, I joked. When I told my doctor about how the last round of antibiotics went fine but didn’t seem to speed up my recovery, he nodded and agreed that my body has just gotten so used to fighting off the infection and it’s just learned to get through it. He wrote me a prescription for another round of antibiotics for the next time my symptoms worsen (because we both know they will) and sent me on my way.

So now I just have to wait to be contacted by the specialist and then we’ll see where that goes. I did get a call from the NHS at 3pm, though. The receptionist was blaming me for not filling out the correct registration form when I came in this morning. It’s funny, because I showed up 30 minutes before my appointment with proof of ID and proof of address, and rather than hand me any forms at all during the entire time that I was sitting in the waiting room or as I left the clinic an hour later, the receptionist just told me I was all set and that I could have a seat. Over the phone she was very snippy with me and I don’t even feel bad for dishing it right back at her. Look, it’s not my job to know which forms need to be filled out in order to register at the clinic. I did what I was supposed to do, so don’t put the blame on someone else if you can’t be bothered to do your job.

Last night I finished reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane and I cried a bunch. At first it was just a few tears and then when I was trying to explain to my husband how I felt about the book it was like a sprinkler shot up from a the ground to water the grass. It was such a great book and it made me think a lot about how I can improve my novel and make it stronger. Kinda wish I was still reading that book, really.

I didn’t go to the gym today. My back isn’t getting any better and I’m growing concerned that I’ve got a serious issue on my hands, so I stayed home and did a seated chair cardio workout routine. It was tough, but it wasn’t as fun as my usual workouts. I hope I’m able to bounce back in a week or two because I’ll be so gutted if this continues to mess up my progress at the gym.

I feel a bit foggy today but I think it’s probably down to the stressful things hanging around my mind. I was able to complete another one of my assignments for my module, so at least there’s that! I’ve got to get crackin’ on the remaining three tomorrow if I expect to turn everything in by next Friday. Lots to do, and this brain-fog isn’t helping me want to do any of it.