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linda_joyceI'm not dead nor is the computer.
I just haven't felt like talking to anyone this week. Monday morning I woke up to a bloody bed. The scab had come off my shin injury during the night and it had bled not copiously but enough, a little blood goes a long way.
Any way having got up put a dressing on it, stripped the bed and put everything in the washing machine with some Vanish as well as washing powder it was finally late enough to ring the surgery. The nurse said she would see me at 11:15 so there I was at 1L00 just in case she had a cancellation, she didn't. I finally saw her at 11:30.
She took a swab to send off to see if it was infected and went to see if there was a doctor available to see me. The answer was yes if I waited. I waited and at 12:15 I saw probably the worst doctor in the practice. This doctor gets bees in her bonnet about patients. With me it's my blood pressure, if I walked into her room with an axe buried in my skull the first thing she would do would be to take my Blood Pressure , then say go home and rest, make an appointment for next week if the problem hasn't cleared up by then. Which is basically what she said then with the addition of ' See the Nurse and have your leg dressed again'.
I went to the reception and they put me back on the nurses list, but she must have thought she had forgotten to clear me as slightly more than an hour latter I was still waiting. I had a good book and didn't realise how long I had sat there until the fact that the waiting room was silent and I was the only one there got through my 'lost in a good book'state. Luckily the receptionists were still on duty and the nurse was having lunch in so she saw me then and there. I was out of the surgery by 1:45. I decided I wasn't going in to work and phoned in sick.
I was back in work Tuesday but with a slight sore throat which became worse as the week progressed and I developed a mild earache and temperature by Thursday when I was due to see the nurse again. So it wasn't too much of a surprise that the swab had come back positive for Staphylococcus Aureus. I've been on Metronidazole for two days now and I'm beginning to fell half way human again, I'm just incredibly tired so I'm going to sit and knit and probably doze a little in front of day time TV rubish. Unfortunately I can't break open a bottle of wine as the pharmacist came out of his cubby hole especially to tell me not to take any alcohol while I'm on them.
I just haven't felt like talking to anyone this week. Monday morning I woke up to a bloody bed. The scab had come off my shin injury during the night and it had bled not copiously but enough, a little blood goes a long way.
Any way having got up put a dressing on it, stripped the bed and put everything in the washing machine with some Vanish as well as washing powder it was finally late enough to ring the surgery. The nurse said she would see me at 11:15 so there I was at 1L00 just in case she had a cancellation, she didn't. I finally saw her at 11:30.
She took a swab to send off to see if it was infected and went to see if there was a doctor available to see me. The answer was yes if I waited. I waited and at 12:15 I saw probably the worst doctor in the practice. This doctor gets bees in her bonnet about patients. With me it's my blood pressure, if I walked into her room with an axe buried in my skull the first thing she would do would be to take my Blood Pressure , then say go home and rest, make an appointment for next week if the problem hasn't cleared up by then. Which is basically what she said then with the addition of ' See the Nurse and have your leg dressed again'.
I went to the reception and they put me back on the nurses list, but she must have thought she had forgotten to clear me as slightly more than an hour latter I was still waiting. I had a good book and didn't realise how long I had sat there until the fact that the waiting room was silent and I was the only one there got through my 'lost in a good book'state. Luckily the receptionists were still on duty and the nurse was having lunch in so she saw me then and there. I was out of the surgery by 1:45. I decided I wasn't going in to work and phoned in sick.
I was back in work Tuesday but with a slight sore throat which became worse as the week progressed and I developed a mild earache and temperature by Thursday when I was due to see the nurse again. So it wasn't too much of a surprise that the swab had come back positive for Staphylococcus Aureus. I've been on Metronidazole for two days now and I'm beginning to fell half way human again, I'm just incredibly tired so I'm going to sit and knit and probably doze a little in front of day time TV rubish. Unfortunately I can't break open a bottle of wine as the pharmacist came out of his cubby hole especially to tell me not to take any alcohol while I'm on them.
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