It's December?!!

Little Clarendon Street looked like the great flood today. I think a water main broke, so there were a lot of people in North Oxford this afternoon, testing the endurance of their driving shoes. Other than that, it's getting fucking cold here - and very very expensive. On www.xe.com it's crushing to see that the exchange rate is virtually 2 to 1 now. My back hurts like a mofo and I went to the doctor today - my first (and last, methinks) runin with the NHS. When I told her that I had almost fallen over in a fit of puking in Wellington Square this morning, and that the only time my back doesn't give me unbelievably huge and unfair amounts of pain, is when I'm in the bath - her recommendation was 'have some lemonade [read: soda] and some paracetomol [read: really low grade tylenol]. My thoughts were more along the lines of why did I waste part of my day coming to see you at all...I could have followed her prescription with 50p, a soda machine and about three seconds. I guess med school must be much more about socializing or something else than they let on. But wtf??? I'm fucking twenty and just BARELY twenty and I have back pain? The best remedy so far has been tying my SPS red sweat pants around my middle in a kind of homestyle triage. It looks unbelievably stupid but it is dulling the pain. America in...5 days...Essay in?...9 hours. Fuck.