Had a hunch...

 WHY when you've been suffering for days and you finally book an appointment with a doctor, specialist, psychologist, physio, proctologist (hypothetically), whatever... that the morning of said appointment you wake up, and you feel absolutely wonderful. Stupendous. Like a million ZAR. The healthiest, strongest person alive. Midas.

If you had a sore throat, you feel like you could dominate the local karaoke bar. If you had a boil (sis), it's (hopefully) mysteriously vanished. If you had a sore ankle, you now feel like you could run up the 2430 metres above sea level to Macchu Picchu. (I'm choosing not to revert back to the proctologist comment.)

This whole week have had pounding head and sore ears due to severely aching back and knotted neck. Finally decided must pay visit to lovely physio for checkup, and... what do you know, I wake up this morning feeling like I've drunk the elixir of life (and not those 4 glasses of bubbly someone I was forced to drink last night).

Am attributing this to the fact that it is Friday and perhaps subconsciously one is automatically less tense on this excellent day.

But despite all, am very much still determined to get a massage, so have purposefully re-angled my screen (to cause significant neck strain). At one point was even caught banging my head against the keyboard in trying to find my headache. And have been sitting in particularly odd hunched-over positions all morning in a pathetic attempt to make back seize up again.

Realised how visibly absurb I looked when the IT guy shouted from across the office: 'Morning Quasi.'

In the spirit of things, I leave you with a joke for the day:

What's wrapped in plastic and hangs from the top of a bell tower? 

The Lunchpack of Notre Dame.