I hate cheem medical acronyms.

After waiting one and a half hours to see the doctor:

Doc: "So what's wrong with you?"

Me: *lists symptoms* "Sore throat runny nose blocked nose cough yadda yadda"

Doc: "Oh. Okay."

Mum: "So what's wrong with her?"

Doc: "Nothing much, just the usual flu virus - "

Mum: "URTI?"

Doc: "Yup, URTI."

Me: "What's URTI - "

Doc: "So she'll be okay within a few days. Young people recover fast. Anyway it's just URTI. Anything else? If not, I'll prescribe you some medicine and off you go! :D"

Mum: *outside doctor's office* "See? I told you you were fine. It's JUST URTI."

Me: "WHAT IS URTI?!?!"

Mum: "Chey. Upper Respiratory Tract Infection la!" *gives me a like-that-also-don't-know look*

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Anyway, I have an MC! So awesome. Or at least it would have been, if not for the fact that I know I'll spend the free day coughing and hacking and sounding like I'm about to die (said Rachel today after a particularly bad coughing fit of mine).

Though on the upside, I have a sexy guy voice now. Yay.