it stops at 3

the first two days of the year having been so wonderful, i was delighted to have luck stick with me on day 3, as i found myself a pair of skis - meaning, a woman who'd just bought a new pair was throwing her old skis out, leaving them in the street for the rubbish collectors. whilst a bit old, there was nothing wrong with them, so that makes me the proud owner of a 'new' pair.

however, i knew it couldn't last, and how right i was! after having felt reasonably fine since Saturday, and even stopping the medicine on Sunday, things started getting worse yesterday (i started working again - psychosomatic?), and today, boy is it bad. so i took advantage of my second prescription (when i'd seen the doctor, she'd given me 3 prescriptions - one for 'then', the second one if it didn't work, and the third one of the second one didn't work) and got loaded with antibiotics. to the tune of over 80 euros! bloody hell! they'd better work, is all i have to say...