Blockages

I have a blocked nose and a husky voice, the non-sexy version. I cough, sniff and clear my throat with irritating frequency. I produce copious amounts of a vibrantly coloured substance upon the blowing of my nose. I am listless, lacking in energy and motivation. For some two weeks now, this has been my condition.
It is time to see the doctor. I have of course been booked in with the nurse practitioner. She is, I am assured, able to prescribe or refer. As an ex-nurse myself I am fully aware of the awesome knowledge base of many nurses. I only hope they are paying her appropriately to take on what would once have been the doctor's responsibility. (Hark! I hear the distant echoes of a million nurses laughing sardonically.)
Just after midday, I will see this nurse as I have before and found her unfailingly empathic and approachable. I imagine she will suggest a short course of antibiotics, fluids, paracetamol and rest. In two or three days, I hope to be feeling something approaching my normal optimistic and energetic self.

I look forward to welcoming her back.