We have one of those, which I do only when I can feel that the top is cold while the bottom of it is hot. This means that i always do it when it is turned on, because otherwise how would I tell?
About the elbow, btw. I went to the doctor for a “heart condition” checkup yesterday; she totally ignored (as usual) my pointing out that the heart failure diagnosis was a misapprehension of the symptoms of thyroid failure, and is sending me for yet another heart scan which, like all the others, will show that I do not have heart failure (what a bloody waste of my time and the NHS’ money that is). She has also upped a medication which reduces blood pressure (how much below 55/105 does she want it to go for goodness’ sake?). However, when I took off my top for her to do the various checks she saw the elbow-brace I have been wearing for the past week and which is reducing the pain from that elbow day by day, and asked sharply what it was for; so I told her, and she is now trying to decide whether I have tennis elbow or golfer’s elbow, and has suggested an epicondylitis clasp to relieve the discomfort in the forearm which I am not getting… So I shan’t buy one, and we’ll see whether the one I do have works.
My supper, I could almost be ashamed to admit, was a takeaway pizza. It was gloriously tasty and calorific - a perfect antidote to a freezing trudge at the coast. The wind kicked sand in my eyes, but my skin is polished, I have eyeballed several indoor venues to occupy our days until the 9th March, at least, as the weather is just not going to be kind.
I’m glad that you have pain relief, Twellsy.
I do hope you are not the kind of Pollyanna who welcomes a slide down a scree slope as free arse-cheek exfoliation…
Nowt wrong with takeaway pizza - depending on the takeaway, of course
G xx
Simple meal is fine, Twellsy, but make sure that you take the correct medication at the correct time, & with food, if necessary
Don’t be Bluddy Cavalier about it, 'cos you are on your own…
I am no kind of Pollyanna, Gus. After struggling through wind speeds of nothing like the gentle 16mph forecast, I tried desperately to avoid self-pity.
That’s all right then. You have no idea (actually, Bee, possibly you do) of the things I fantasised about doing to that particular Ray of Sunshine and Bringer of Joy.
Indoors is the way forward for the moment. That and some form of soothing ungulate on your (facial) cheeks.
Gxx
Well, Shirley that’s simple enuff. Do you play tennis, or golf ? Simples.
You & Twellsie seem to have idiots for doctors. Mrs Shanks was, surprisingly, fir many years a member of the N Wales Health Trust Board & for 15 years Dep. Mgr at 2 big hospitals & later Deputy to the Chief Exec.
Possibly by sheer coincidence there’s a remark on our files which says (in fluent Doctor, which is like Klingon but worse handwriting) “don’t mess with these”. It works a treat. They do tend to listen.
Yon young 'un needs a slap Twellsie. Otherwise she’ll continue like this for decades. Sounds an arrogant twunk. Not local I’ll wager.
Is there a different doctor at the practice you could see? Ideally one who is not deaf. Sorry - missed your post earlier or I would have growled sooner.
All Mr C’s Notes said : ‘Carinthia doesn’t like the look of him’ or ‘Carinthia thinks that he’s going orff’
I was always right, & he always was…
Possibly my finest hour was my friend Jeannie 'phoning me 30 years ago,long before Telephone Diagnosis was a thing, & asking without any preamble, if I thought that she had Shingles…
