A lovely sight…

I’ve been trying to get a doctor’s appointment for a few days now - always seem to be ‘number 13’ in the queue, even though I ring on the stroke of 8am.

But it’s not desperate - just still that sore arm - and I’m sure many people have worse complaints. But this morning I got straight through, so popped up to see a new young doctor chap, who mentioned that I was one of the youngest patients he’d met so far! He gave me pills, explaining that one has to build on what the paracetamol does - then add other pills. This seems to make sense. He gave me some really strong ones for when (if) it gets really really sore at 4am.

However, in the afternoon he phoned to tell me NOT to take those really strong pills - he’d looked further back into my rather vast medical history, spotted a heart attack (many years ago) and realised that I definitely should not take these! He suggested a ‘patch’ instead. I’ve had patches before - no good. But these ones are big, to be tried for two weeks. Fingers crossed. He wondered why it hadn’t started healing yet, and mentioned ‘surgery’…

After I had taken Archie out, I had another go at perfecting my lemonade scones. Still not good enough to serve to visitors, but JR and I had several each, while they were warm.

JR’s toe has fully recovered, so she took Archie out in the afternoon while I caught up on my missed sleep.

This is always a nice sight in the mornings!