Dearest darling GP, I moved my healthcare to your business a couple of years ago because my previous GP was failing to deliver. He was medically mediocre and administratively hopeless. I like your surgery because you take in a lot of trainee GPs. Terrifying as this may first sound, they’re actually rather good – they’re… Read More »
Well, this week I had my annual diabetic MOT up at the Royal Infirmary. Sadly, for ghoulish readers, there’s nothing much to report. Everything is going fine, no limbs have rotted off, I can still see and hypo awareness is good. Even the goldfish in the fish-tank in the reception area were looking good –… Read More »
I must be brave. I must face my fears. I can’t keep avoiding it. I’ve been busy at work. Its the wrong phase of the moon and the dog ate my homework. All good excuses but I’ve run out of road. I have to take the giant leap. My GP surgery have been harassing me… Read More »
Later today, you’ll be thrilled to hear, I’m off to the doctors to go and get my swine flu jab. I mentioned in my earlier post about seasonal flu that last year I did manage to successfully contract flu (proper flu I mean, not “man flu”; no, honestly) and I vowed never to miss a… Read More »
Well, it’s that time of year again – today was time for my seven-month review at which I’m poked, prodded and vampiric amounts of blood removed from my arm for analysis. My feet were jabbed and I was blinded by the flashes of the retino-eye-camera-blindy-thing-whatsit (I’m sure it’s got a slightly more formal name). Anyway… Read More »
Well it’s that time of year again, the time of year when I usually ignore my letter from my doctor reminding me to go and get my winter ‘flu jab. But not this year, oh no. No, this year I’ll definitely be subjecting myself to the joys of a slightly achy arm for the day.… Read More »