I had decided in the morning that i wished to see a doctor today as I woke up feeling as wretched as I did yesterday.
Maria arranged the appointment for some time after 1200 after providing me with a breakfast of Scrambled eggs on toast which to be honest I couldn't do justice to, because of the state of my mouth.
As stated bloggers I felt wretched, but dragged myself to Maria's car where we made a quick trip up to my mate John to pick up a couple of watches. one (although expensive) was a cheap buy from e-bay for use as a running spare . As it turned out it only needed a small bit of attention and was a runner, result!
The doctor came in the afternoon and provided answers and new medication, to my questions regarding constipation and the rips and fissures. As you can imagine all shreds of dignity were gone during the examination. Before arriving at the practice he was on a cancer team and so was best placed to treat me (nice one). I find him very matter of fact and thus easy to talk to. He then asked about my general well being etc, and a throwaway comment about my mouth and the loss of skin etc prompted him to look and say that's Thrush, again easily fixed. Fantastic!
No comments about talking like one either bloggers - keep it clean on the Canestan Front!
Maria then armed with a fistful of scrips (Clint Eastwood movie?) hightailed it to the chemists whilst I sat in hope. I think my mouth was my biggest problem and once that was better all may follow. (No change there then!)
On her return I took the new medicine and dropped off to sleep. confidence is high.
Byeeeeee
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