Lame

I am trying not to be very angry with governments past and present. So instead, let me retread worn and well known ground. I will have to tread carefully as my right foot's in bad shape. One of the toes is swollen and painful, the whole thing is red and I walk like Igor's grandma. Exertion makes me feel dizzy and nauseous. My local GP can see me on the 15th at the earliest, so I shuffled in to see the nurse. I told her my symptoms, she looked at the foot, looked back at me and asked if I was pregnant. This question shouldn't come as a suprise to me, it's all they ever ask:

http://smokingboot.livejournal.com/373141.html#cutid1

I am beginning to wonder why they are so keen to detect/diagnose fruit of my womb - most people who know me would agree that it's better if I don't procreate. Maybe the health centre is populated by carnies, cultists, or carnie cultists. All I need now is chocolate mousse, whippoorwills under my window, and an aged beardie urging me to find my destiny in Meggido.