Utinam logica falsa tuam philosophiam totam suffodiant!

On Friday I was too sick to go to work. I staid home apart from when I was dragged out for food by the ever patient mc_shamo and from when I saw a doctor. I was given a medical certificate and a script. Woot! I piked on Sam's play, on the reasoning that if I got worse walking out would be a distraction, and i wouldn't be able to concentrate, and I went to the very relaxed and laid back MUCAAS pub for Rusty the car and sat not saying much to anyone but profoundly grateful for the good company. Goodbye Rusty, I enjoyed the rides :-)

Saturday I still felt rotten. I had to pike on going out with mc_shamo to the Fringe Festival awards night. By the afternoon I felt so bloody rotten I rang the doctors to see what I should do since they were closed. I then found out something very useful to know; outside normal working hours there is a locum doc in the area who makes house calls if you produce your medicare card. Fucking score!

So instead of spending my Saturday night in a hospital emergency room waiting area I sat in comfort in my own lounge room with cows_might_fly and clappamungus (and later vivienne_aster and fnoo) and ate Mexican take-away and watched Press Gang until a very nice young doctor turned up at my door to treat me. Awesome! He gave me peregnisolone (sp?), a steroid I've been given before that works like magic on my lungs. Unfortunately by the time he got here it was quite late (which was fair enough, as with me asthma attacks are usually not too dangerous as long as I don't try to move, so I was happy to sit and gently wheeze a few hours while the doctor dealt with more urgent patients) so the steroids kept me awake until about 2am. Ah well, that's what Saturday nights are for eh?

I woke this morning around 11am and felt a million, trillion times better. I love steroids, they're awesome :-D
I texted vivienne_aster on the off chance she and fnoo felt like brunch since mc_shamo was going out with his father. They did, so we had brunch at Kitchen on Racecourse rd, which was great as it's one of my favourite places and I got to introduce it to Michael and Kate. We then went to the chemist so Michael could get stuff and I could get more precious, precious steroids. While there Kate and I found a large and thorough Elizabeth Arden make-up kit in colours that suited both of us, since our colouring is so similar. Now most of my make up falls into the following categories: Old and Crappy, Cheap and Crappy, Old and Cheap and Crappy, and finally, Stage Make-up. Therefore I was interested. I then noticed three things:
1. The kit had originally been $210, and was marked down to $49 (I assume because the colours are no longer in fashion, darling)
2. I had $49
3. I was now in possession of a plastic bag with the makeup kit in it and no longer in possession of that specific $49.
Funnily enough the same thing happened to Kate...

We drove to Northcote and met up with mc_shamo had a drink in the social club, then went for a walk before the Guild League gig. We found a funky clothes shop. I found a dress I liked but thought would be too small, I decided that my self esteem and body image etc. were in good enough shape to take the hit if it turned out the dress was indeed too small and tried it on. I felt it was too tight across my hips and bum, however when I exited the change room to get a better view in the mirror (there was a mirror in the change room but the change room was a bit dark) I was told in no uncertain terms by Seamus, Michael and Kate to buy the dress. I think my confidence will have to be high the first time I wear it, it's very tight and completely backless, the back starts at just above where the waistband of hipster jeans would start.

We then went back for the gig, and Michael and I managed to not squeal when we were served at the merchandise table by Tali White. I got a Guild League Singlet anf badge, I'd picked up the album on the way in.

The gig was very, very awesome, and I really like the album. Yay Guild League! Yay album launch!

After the gig Seamus and I went to Fitzroy and had dinner at The Veggie Bar with my parents and brother, which was actually quite pleasant.

I would like it on record that I am extremely grateful for the no smoking laws, as otherwise with my health being what it is I would not have been able to do most of the things I did today was there still smoking in restaurants, pubs and venues.

So, from what started as a rather woebegone weekend I am now happy, calm and feeling a lot better. This is due in no small part to my wonderful friends and boyfriend.

Happysigh.

Unfortunately, my body seems to be having some issues in the breathing department, brought on by a combination of asthma, allergies and coughing up random yuck from my lungs.

So today I am at home.

Still planning on rehearsal tonight, as not much can keep me from strutting my funky stuff.

Looking out the window, I guess my body picked a good day to pack it in, I'm going to hunker down with the heater, kittens, dvds, my Lysistrata script and some macaroni cheese.

Oh yeah Cat Update:

They're fighting constantly, but do not seem to be actually doing each other any harm, nor do they seem to be trying to. Seamus thinks it makes sense if you think of humans at the equivalent stage of development. Basically, what we've got is two 16 year old boys.

Puck had an accident on our bed, which was annoying, but is starting to become more affectionate, and easier to cuddle. He seems ok with being approached in the study or bedroom, but still is very skittish anywhere downstairs. I'm sure once the whole house feels like it's his he'll be just fine.

I had an acute asthma attack today, probably brought on by the weekend of fullness and by the horrible sinus/fever/cough thing I've had since Friday morning.

I had the fun of going into emergecy, waiting half an hour to even see the triage nurse (they were SO busy, I felt bad being there) and then I got freaked out because although most people were having to wait hours to be taken in the nurse took my blood pressure, temperature and listened to my chest and I was rushed straight through. I ended up being taken to the short-stay ward, they took me in a wheelchair cos I couldn't walk it. The nurses were all nice, and they got me orange juice and a sandwich and a magazine (which I didn't read, but the thought was nice) After I'd been there about three hours mc_shamo turned up and kept me company for the next five hours, and didn't complain at all, which was very nice of him.

I just got home a little while ago, feel shaky and short of breath but much better.