"A newt?" "I got better"

Tired yesterday translated into sleepless last night and pukey this morning. You'd think that this was fairly straightforward...I feel a bit flat but not awful and will be back to work tomorrow. Today's doctor (one I hadn't seen before) had some sort of brain fizzpop along the lines of "I have Heard of This Thing!" and started asking me a series of questions that essentially asked me whether I'd had a heart attack. I answered in the negative to the lot at which he looked dissatisfied and sent me down the corridor for an ECG which he peered at muttering "Hmm, normal" before sending me back for blood and urine tests. He also asked me if I'd had diarrhea. I again answered in the negative whereupon he put me on a clear fluids diet and directed me to drink lots of water. I've also been barred from strenuous exertion pending the results of the tests.

No cycling or skating for me it seems. A grumpy...I haz it.