The Drugs Don't Work

So my lips taste like strawberries, I reek of eucalyptus and I've gone as far as I dare above the recommended dosage of those stupid flu pills, and I'm only just well enough to move. Holistic medicine doesn't work, over-the-counter shit doesn't work and they won't give anyone antibiotics for gastric flu cos it's a virus instead of a bacteria and antibiotics won't work anyway. So I am screwed.

I have tried solid foods. Solid foods don't do good things either. Then again, I'm not keeping down liquids either. Not well, anyway. Funny how people overestimate the NHS. Ryu seems to think I belong in hospital but even if I do, there's no space in hospitals for people who can actually get on their feet. Not here. After all, people who are badly injured are sometimes left to bleed on stretchers in the corridors for hours on end. I don't think a five-day run of gastric flu qualifies as a real emergency.

Anyway, I promised myself I wouldn't stay long. Mostly because I'm not doing the awake-thing very well.

Thessaly