Amoir: in need of ministrations

30 Aug

As befits a woman of my standing, I’m a huge fan of fevers, fatigue and fainting. This fits in well with my ability to amass strange infrequent symptoms that defy diagnosis. It’s been about 6 years since these symptoms have been around and the raft of tests (including a super fun visit to an Oncologist) showed nothing. Walking 100 metres leaves me like a sleepy whiny kitten, a touch fainty and hot under the collar. Signs that it’s serious: I just didn’t enjoy my coffee at Pellegrinis (start looking for the other three ponies of the Apocalypse, kthxbai).

Naturally, this means I require ministrations. Things of therapeutic value such as decent food (can I suggest a nice deepfried nurofen?) and something other than daytime television.

When did daytime telly get so bad? When did my TOTALLY AWESOME movie collection feel so uninspired?

In other news, this mugshot of someone suspected of setting “the Man” alight prematurely at Burning Man is so brilliant it almost qualifies as medicine:

2 Responses to “Amoir: in need of ministrations”

  1. Lise September 1, 2007 at 10:55 am #

    Darling. It sounds like you have a terrible case of the vapours. (Not THE Vapours, famed one hit songsters ) Or consumption. How is it possible that you have 19th century attic bound la-dy illnesses?I am thinking of you lots, and can only imagine how everything must be swooping down on your beautiful head with extra awfulness…Love you.

  2. Amoir September 1, 2007 at 1:48 pm #

    Why can’t I have a terrible case of THE Vapours though? Because people *need* to sing me Asian-hued songs about masturbation. No, they just do.

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