When I stood in front of the mirror this morning I finally accepted defeat in the hands of my Nhs gp's.
The smaller jeans I bought in December are hanging off me and I feel rotten.
As I leave the house to take the kids to gymnastics I realise that even the short journey into town by car and the short walk from the Carpark will probably be my work for today then I'll need to rest.
Wind back a few years and a Saturday would of been a 10 hour shift at work then 5 hours of wallpaper stripping into the night.
People keep saying that b12 deficiency is easy to correct especially if it's caught and treat early so why am I contemplating smaller clothes again and an afternoon of snoozing then accepting bed by 6pm??
Why.... because not a single Gp I've seen will accept that a b12 or 146pg was low enough for treatment five years ago or that 153pg now should make alarm bells ring.
I can travel to a private clinic if such a clinic exists.
Do such places exist that are available to the average man who can get a proper diagnosis then continue treatment at their own Gp practice. My doctors seem frightened to prescribe despite the wealth of evidence screaming at them to start treatment.
I simply can't allow this to go on any more.