The cold snap is affectingly me badly and I think longingly of the three meds that I couldn’t tolerate.
The dog, because the winds were so strong and cold, didn’t get out twice last week. Now he’s getting up and scraping at his bed(s) every ten minutes, which means I have to remake them each time. My hips and base of spine don’t like this.
I had a text asking me to make an appt with the GP about a hospital letter. Of course, the letter hasn’t been copied to me, even though I ask over and over. I don’t even know which hospital it’s from. There are no face to face GP appts. I have a telephone appt on Friday. I’m nervous it’s about the ultrasound I had on my neck and jaw glands where the technician went to show the results to the consultant and asked a lot of questions about who had referred me there, and why.
My hands are swollen, and it feels like someone is drilling into my left eyebrow from time to time. Here is the end of my moan. I could add more but don’t want to be boring.