Hmmmmmm...

Hmmmmmm. Strange lunchtime for moods. Spent part of it giggling my head off at a column a mate of mine has written (he's a real find - wish I could write like that sometimes), feeling really sad because a friend's dad has been hospitalised and he's obviously really down about it (anyone out there with the means, light a candle and send a few positive thoughts his way this evening), and then spent the rest of the time emailing my friend's herbalist in the hope that she might be able to treat me. "Diagnose-your-own-dermatology" just isn't cutting it anymore, and I'm blowed if I'm going to either wait over a year to see a specialist or pay 80 quid plus to go private. So it's time to hit the buggers with the hard stuff - complimentary medicine!It'll probably do my whole wellbeing good in the long run, but I'm terrified I'm going to be told to give up alcohol, cheese and/or bread. Screw that for a game of soldiers! But on the plus side if I go there's probably more chance that I'll get Nick through the door too.