I woke at 6.30 and washed, sat on the bed to put my socks on and immediately felt hot again. This turned out to be due to hot air that had built up overnight, as it was, fortunately, cooler downstairs. Outside it was quite pleasant and the bees wee working happily on the teasel.
Reporting to the surgery for my blood test at 7.50, I asked what time the switchboard opened, because I wanted to book a telephone appointment with the doctor. They didn’t seem too keen, but I played my ace with a symptom I knew they couldn’t ignore. I won’t pass this information on as it would make you wince, but it meant that within 50 minutes I was face to face with a doctor.
I hadn’t anticipated this, and had actually planned on being in work to get the parcels off, as we are slightly behind due to the partial close-down for the heat. I was further delayed by going to the pharmacy to pick up anti-biotics, but still made it to work before 10.00. The anti-biotics are for the chest infection, not the other thing. These days I tend to save a few symptoms until I have enough to make it worthwhile navigating the appointments system.
In the afternoon I managed to salvage the rest of my day off, with lunch fro two at KFC. They were cleaning out the hot drink machine so I had to have a fizzy drink. As an apology they gave us a very nice, though unhealthy, chocolate and fudge chip cookie. As I said to Julia as we shared it a the end of the meal, it was ironic that it really needed a nice cup of tea to wash it down properly.
Getting enough symptoms together to actually see a doctor these days is quite an achievement. Well done.
It’s knowing how to present things. I actually have an ultra-sound scan booked for Sunday.I always associate them with pregnancy, but I told the doctor I was just fat. I hope theer hasn’t been a mix up.
I had one of those on an ankle. It turned out to be very useful indeed.
I will reserve judgement. I had to spend over 20 minutes hanging on this morning as I tried to get through to confirm the place of the appointment as the confirmation letter had not arrived. letter still hasn’t arrived.
Feel better, soon, Simon. Funny about the cookie and the tea.
I’m feeling quite well, but make strange noises o it clearly needs fixing. I didn’t make the mistake of admitting how long I’d had the infection as last time I did that I ended up being checked for lung cancer – by the time they’d cleared me the infection had mostly cleared itself. Pah! 🙂
Yes, hope you feel better soon!
Strange thing is that I don’t feel particularly ill. I just wheeze and rattle at odd times during the day, which upsets Julia and sometimes experience strange stabbing pains (in places well away from my heart, so no worries). 🙂
A chest infection does not sound like much fun. Hope you feel better soon.
I’m like one of those long bridges – you finish painting it then you have to start at the other end all over again. 🙂
May you cease wincing soon
Thank you. It would be nice to think so. 🙂