A fantastic day to get sick on. I got a nasty high fever on Friday, and so I did not have anything good to eat for my birthday on Saturday. But then again, I did manage to have some dessert, so it wasn't entirely a fruitless birthday.

The cause of it all turned out to be a stubborn sore throat, though I really doubt the doctor's diagnosis. I don't know, when the doctor actually asked if I'm taking any other medication, and I replied with the names of them, he apparently didn't know what they were.

Take out prescription pad.
Write.
Scribble off.
Say, "Umm..."
Write again.
Scribble off.
Say, "Ok."
Wrote first few letters of the name of my other medication.

I'm going to fricassee his intestines if he diagnosed me wrongly.

Thanks a bunch to all those who actually remembered my birthday.