Still suffering from groorkiness, got around to booking a proper appointment with my GP after the usual wait-a-week-and-see-if-you-die crowd control measure.
Of course, no sooner had I confirmed, I have spent the day feeling increasingly better. I really do think doctors have voodoo dolls of their patients and they poke them with knitting needles until they ask for appointments, and then as soon as their wish is granted, out the needle away. Using the dark arts to drum up custom.
Not that, in practice, I'm complaining about getting better. And there are still occasional groorks to contend with.