I slept reasonably well for
once; I made a point of being up promptly because I needed to make a phone call
at eight o’clock. I need another
nasal re-bore. On November 4th 2014 I had one. With so many nasal
polyps that I couldn’t breathe I had very little choice. Unfortunately they
grew back within eighteen months, and I was due for surgery about the same time
that I was due to start a new job. So I spoke to the nice lady at the hospital
who said they would postpone the operation for a while… what with one thing and
another, two years passed and I’d heard nothing. I eventually got through to
the ENT clinic on Wednesday who said that because I’d left it too long I have
to go back to the GP and start again. (*I’d* left it too long?).
The GP receptionist said that
they would start the process and I didn’t need to see the GP when I phoned
them, but they phoned me back an hour later to say that because I hadn’t been
to see them for a few years they wanted to see me. Just in case. However they
flatly refused to make an appointment at the time, and said I should phone on
the morning of any day that suited me. I hinted that the reason they hadn’t
seen me for years was that making an appointment isn’t easy, but they were
having none of it.
However I managed to make an
appointment for mid-day today.
Within minutes of "er
indoors TM"
setting off for work the dogs went mad as there was a knock on the door. The
nice man from the plumber had come to service the boiler. You know it is nearly
Christmas when the boiler gets serviced. The nice man fiddled about for twenty
minutes (as he does every year) and
was soon on his way.
My plan had been to then walk the dogs, but the rain was
somewhat torrential, so I gave that idea a miss. Instead I had a look at the
accounts, put some washing in to scrub, created a
Google Document, loaded up some rubbish into the car, took old toys
to the YMCA charity shop, did a tip run, bought new trousers and went to the
doctor.
Doctors these days aren’t what they used to be. Back in the
day they wouldn’t look like a passing vagrant. But I explained the story of my
nose to the quack. He peered up it and told me there was a bloody great polyp
up there (as though that was news to me).
He said that because it was so huge, corticosteroid sprays wouldn’t be any good
as it was blocking up the airway. He told me there was nothing to worry about,
but he was going to refer me to the ENT people at the hospital. He seemed quite
crestfallen when I said that I knew all of this, and that I was only there for
the referral.
I wonder how long it will take.
I took the dogs round the road.
It was still raining so we didn’t go far. Three dogs all on leads is hard work.
I scoffed a sandwich whilst watching “Prison Break” then laid out the
Lego train track. The basic shape is a circle seventy centimetres in diameter,
I’ve identified a space; I’ve just got to clear out the rubbish now and get a
table.
"er indoors TM" boiled up some
fish and chips. I’ve been rather busy on a day off…
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