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My prescription says I'm due for a medication review, but sometimes that can be dismissed by the receptionist, so I was going to pop round and check with her. I looked online and there was an appointment available tomorrow morning, should I have to actually see the doctor; but I know from experience that they often give you one the following week anyway, jealously guarding the immediately-available ones for some reason.
Separately, I was thinking that if my ear gets any worse I'll have to go and see the doctor about it, but it might take ages to get an appointment.
After much dithering over these two entirely separate and unrelated matters, it finally occurred to me that they weren't separate and unrelated at all. So I booked the appointment tomorrow. Even if the ear's getting better by then, it won't be perfect, so he can have a look and see if it still needs anything like antibiotics to prevent a recurrence. And while I'm there I can ask if him to do the medication review, as that just involves ticking a box when I say there aren't any problems with my medication, which he'll ask about as a matter of course anyway
I'm still not used to the idea of going to the doctor because there's something minor wrong, like a sore ear. For nearly thirty years I just waited for things like that to sort themselves out, which they always did, until the first heart attack thrust me into the hands of the medics. But now I'm on the hook, I suppose I might as well take advantage of their services. It's only next door so it isn't even that much trouble
There we are then, another s meet up in the Bank Statement in Swansea, putting the world to rights with a total and complete inability to actually affect anything whatsoever.
Went down to Swansea on the X8, came back on the X5, during which last the heavens opened and a full on murrain of beasts with added old women and sticks happened.
Another 8 or 9" of preloved dvds added to the collection cluttering up the staircase.
You are the current Prime Minister and I claim my five pounds
Tea this evening was that thing I do with the last bit of the roast beef from Sunday with carrots & onions.
Aside from a touch too much hot smoked paprika, it was pretty good. (Damning with faint praise as ever).
No custard today since there are no stewed blackberries any more.
Though I suppose I could walk up the hill and find some higher up since there's a distinct progression with altitude re the blackberry ripeness criterion.
All rounded off with the 1.05 pints of Good Glengettie Tea which, today, tastes the way it oughter.
Funny coincidence, I put too much smoked paprika in the potato/sausage soup thingy I made tonight. Tasted more like a curry. May just get the hang of cooking before I snuff it.
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