Blimey, after spending the worst part of a week in various stages between discomfort and agony, I have just received a tentative diagnosis of Gallstones. Well at least it wasn't wind!
Having exchanged a few tubes of blood for a prescription slip I lugged my pointless carcass out of the surgery and to Gore's pharmacy. Like a sad figure of Quasimodo round the streets of Prestwich I coughed up nearly fifteen quid for some desperate pain relief. Remind me again, what are those hidden perks of working for the NHS? Oh yes.... There aren't any!!
Still, I finally arrived home slumped on my bed like a marine based invertibrate and popped my medicines. Half an hour later I slept like a kitten.
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