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My cat is bouncing between being estatic that I'm home and running back every five minutes to make sure that I really am home. Also, I am the only one allowed to curl up on top of him, apparently. He loves it from me, hates it from everyone else.

Yesterday I had my doctor's appointment, and he sent me to go get a chest x-ray. Thirty minutes of sitting around twiddling my thumbs in a hospital, then ten seconds standing in front of the machine, but we ruled out pneumonia. The good news is that we know what's causing my sickness: sinusitus. The bad news is that I am now back on my third round of antibiotics. Lovely. Still, at least this means that we actually know exactly what's going on, instead of the doctor giving me a vague diagnosis before putting me on antibiotics. I love having my family doctor, who actually tells me things and can tell at a glance what's going on with me.

I think I'm going to ignore the olympics and head to bed early, I'm tired.