I'm conscious that if I blog about minor ailments, kind people are caring enough to leave sweet messages of get well. I don't require these messages, although you can laugh at two and sigh at the other.
Yesterday, I climbed on a chair to reach a photo album from the highest shelf to scan a photo into this blog. I fell off. This morning I realised that I have a three inch by one area of tenderness (which will be a bruise by Sunday) on my left leg just below my knee and the tiniest of tweaks to a muscle near my right knee.
This morning, taking my jacket off the coathanger in the wardrobe, I managed to smack myself in the eye with the coathanger.
The other one is slightly embarrassing. For some months, on-and-off, I have had a slight but irritating itch at my back entrance. I went to the doctor a while back and she prescribed me some cream to stick up there.
Yesterday the itch had turned to a burning sensation and had moved somewhat forward. I also felt a dull ache at the very very pit of my stomach when answering a minor call of nature. I had a fiddle through NHS Direct Online, and the answer seemed to be - call NHS Direct. I did, and to cut a long story short, I should never have been prescribed that cream, because I have contact dermatitis, and that cream can cause a reaction that leads to tiny abrasions on the skin, a perfect breeding place for bacteria.
I have never been satisfied with this doctor's practice in the three years I have been there, and I really do intend to move. One of the bits of advice from the NHS Direct nurse was to go to my GP today.
Yeah, right.
