Doctors and Heat magazine.

Bah, I hate being ill. Unlike most teenagers, I actually enjoy being at school, so unless I feel as though I am dying, I try to make it there. As it happens though, I do feel as though I am dying. My throat is about the same size as a football, and because of this I've almost lost my voice. I'm worried that if I were to go to the toilet, they'd be looking for the epicentre and if I try to breathe too much, my throat will go into a huff and send me into a coughing fit.
The worst however, is what I had this morning... which would be a migrane. For me it usually takes me a few minutes to work out when I have one. This time for example, I got out of bed, coughed near to 8000 times, and then turned the light on. It felt as though someone had hit me in the back of the head with a sledge hammer.
Honestly, I hate them so, so much. More than that feeling when you think you're going to sneeze... and then yawn, and even more than that split second feeling when someone hits you in the back of the leg with a towel, and you know its going to really sting in a second.
I get them too much now, which means I'm going to have to go to the doctors to see whats going on.
Anyone can be a G.P. to be honest, all you need is the knowledge to make a judgement if they are going to die within the next twenty seconds, if they're not, you either tell them to come back in a week, or you just send them to A & E.
A & E, in my opinion is just a doctors... but a bit worse. They X-ray you, tell you its nothing, and tell you to go to your doctors in a weeks time if the problem persists, who will just send you back to A & E...
You do that thing aswell in doctors. Well, I do. Where you sit there in the waiting room, probably for a long time because the appointments are always half an hour after they say it'll be, and you look around and try to see what illness everyones gone and gotten.
Last time I did this, all I observed was that the majoroty of people were little old ladies and that Heat is the most goddamn awful magazine ever made.
It really is. I took the good time to go on the website for it and the first thing that struck me was that they ACTUALLY have a website. I don't know why they need a one, remember, this is aimed at Heat readers, can you honestly imagine one of them being able to afford a computer?
And I am not lying, this is one of the main stories;
Cheryl: “Posh wasn’t there for me”
I read further into the story, and apparently when Ashley (whoever the hell he is) cheated on her, Victoria didn't tell her it was news in the tabloids. Now fair enough, if this was your best friend or something we were talking about, it would be different. But for goodness sake, I quote;
"...we've had barbecues together."
Oh well sorry, you've had barbeques together?! Oh well that means you must be hand in hand even though you live on the other side of the Atlantic. It was obviously the duty of the person who hosted a barbeque for you to tell you about this. Phwoarr, shouldn't have done that Victoria. I was more shocked at this part than any other part of the story because it implies that both of them actually consume food rather than just inhaling nutrients from the air. Well, I suppose that Cheyl needs to, so she can support the energy needed for her constant tear flow on the X-Factor because a woman that doesn't wear shoes sang a song that sounded nice.
And someone tell me this. Why on earth... does Victoria Beckham walk like she's on a tightrope? And why does she look like E.T?
Fanx.