I’ve lost a few pigs. Only a few are welcome back.
So I contacted my surgery and a doctor I’ve never met phoned me back. He kept cutting me off, and I noticed he did it with the paramedic he sent out.
Yes. There are paramedics at my medical centre. But she carries no equipment. So not that impressive.
But she decided what I already knew. An X-ray is a good idea. I may have a tiny bone fractured or broken.
I said I will only go to an appointment as I’ve protected myself since March 7, and I’m not putting myself at risk in bug city.
So I was to phone a number given to me. I did. I told I had to wait until they heard from my doctor. They would call me.
Except they didn’t. I asked my surgery when the doctor had contacted X-ray. Two minutes after my call to them. Yes. I know.
About ten days ago, my gum was bruised by the edge of a banana chip. I love them. It hurt for about four days. I was surprised. My magical tongue just found that it cut the gum just where tooth protrudes and my tooth needed dental care. Now I fear the tooth may need major work. If this is the case I shall have it removed. I cannot cope with dental work. I had one removed years ago because I was told I needed a ‘bridge’, whatever that is. She said, I can’t take out your tooth. I said yes she could because as she rightly pointed out it was my tooth.
I never had a problem with my teeth until first became pregnant. I gave all my reserves of calcium to my baby. This is said to be a myth, but one gets free dental care for the first year after giving birth. And I know other mums who experienced similar.
My back is still like a sponge. It still hurts a lot.
I got almost all my gates painted on the outside. (very painful but sitting). I was so happy. Then I realised it needs a second coat. ***** bleep bleep bleepity bleep.
My blog is read by nosey parkers looking for stuff they won’t find, eh Helen???