It's pathetic...providing I sit fairly still and walk about only when strictly necessary and don't laugh out loud...I can snigger a bit, it's a proper laugh that sets off the coughing...then I feel almost reasonable. Not exactly full of beans and raring to go mind you...
The Consultant was puttering away about lovely new inhalers but I didn't take a blind bit of notice 'cos at the time I felt ok-ish...wish I'd listened properly now and told her I'd have a pocketful to try them out...
It's old Lemon Face who puts me off you know...she stands in front of the Consultants door making sure the patient doesn't attempt to escape and has that expression on her face of world-weary contempt for little old ladies who insist on asking dam fool questions...I'm so horribly tempted to give her a sharp smack I have to sit on my hands...
Actually the last time I was there and the Consultant was talking away about how wonderful the new inhalers are, I had drifted off in a fantasy of having a pair of shoes like that woman in James Bond...you remember...she had blades shoot out of her shoes... a pair like that would be handy to poke Lemon Face in the ankle.
I'll make an appointment with our Doctor and ask will he get me a consultation...there must be some solution and it may lie in new-fangled inhalers.