I meet Dianne: Lecturer, nurse and parent-deifying Granny.

Hey everyone! So, I jut got back from an appointment with the new Asthma Nurse, Dianne, at our local surgery. She seemed perfectly nice enough until my Dad ratted me out about not taking my montelukast tablets. Okay, yeah, I know what you're thinking. But you need to take your medicine, you have it for a reason. You won't get better if you don't, or something along the lines of that. But seriously, those tablets do NOTHING. All I'm doing is pumping myself full of useless chemicals. In fact, my Asthma is worse when I'm on them - I'm not saying they make it worse, but when I have those tablets my seretide  dose has to go down. So, therefor, I conclude they do nothing to help. Luckily for me, the Nurse agreed that if they don't do anything I shouldn't have them (after her lecture on medical importance, that is). My Dad started to say that, like all medicine, you can only really tell what effect they have on a patient after they have taken it for a while. Then Dianne, whom I now think of as some awesome, parent deifying granny, told him these tablets either work or they don't and he shouldn't force me to take them. I now have to take them regularly for a month, then a month without, to see if they help or not (which they DON'T). I also now have a dry-powder seretide inhaler. I want my old one! I soooo preferred the evohaler. Oh well, I'll see how I go on it.

I also don't have to take Laratadine (YUCK! I swear it's made of toxic waste) for hay-fever and can continue just using good old piriton instead. So, all in all, I suppose it wasn't too bad, although I still have a grudge against my dad for snitching on me ;)

In other news, I saw a girl who's face appeared to be melting because her foundation and eye makeup was running from the face. It reminded me of this scene from Indiana Jones: 

So, this is SciAwkward, signing off.