Monthly Archives: December 2014

When not to call out a warning

Mr PinQ and I cycled into town today because I needed to purchase an item of my pantomime costume for next weekend.  We stopped for coffee and a panini before heading for home and as we unlocked our bicycles, I asked what route we should take home.  Mr PinQ made a suggestion that would be significantly longer than necessary but that would be pleasant and take in the lovely sea view on the last leg.

It is only recently that I began cycling again and as such, I am still not as adept as I was when I was a teenager and cycling the strange country roads in Ontario unaccompanied.  I am now past the wobbling up the road stage, the terrified of the traffic stage and the concentrating on the cycling stage and am progressing quite nicely but I cycle as I walk, with all of my senses tuned to my surroundings.  I cycle with my ears and proximity sensors on highest alert because I am not yet capable of riding one-handed for more than a couple of seconds and can only manage a swift look in a direction other than that which I am traveling in.  Consequently, I can’t ride with Mr PinQ beside, just in front or just behind me and prefer to stay well back.

Thus we rode along the recently re-surfaced cycle path at the side of the road and as we approached a well-known supermarket, a white Audi past me at great speed.  I instinctively knew what he was going to do but did not believe anyone so stupid.  I dared not call out to Mr PinQ, who’s immediate response would have been to turn back and look at me, I knew that he needed to be looking ahead.  I also knew that he would be fine.

My premonition was correct.  The Audi turned left in front of Mr PinQ even as he crossed the junction.

Thankfully, he is unscathed.

Unfortunately, the driver is also unscathed.

The driver’s actions were entirely intentional.  This was not one of those devastating near misses where you are horrified by your mistake.  He increased his speed as he passed me, fully intending to cut across my husband at that junction.

As a side note, the life insurance payments are up-to-date 😛

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Competent?

The other doctor.

Despite knowing that my GP is on holiday, I booked a doctor’s appointment for this morning because of the lump high in my jaw.  The left side of my jaw has felt tight for a few days and then I found a slightly tender lump, probably no bigger than a pea.

I left work in plenty of time to get to my appointment just in case Christmas shoppers had significantly increased the volume of traffic on the roads and arrived 10 minutes early.  I waited until 25 minutes past my appointment time and went in.  I have never seen this doctor before and had no preconceived ideas as to his abilities, manner etc.  To be honest, my GP always seems distracted but he does actually listen and has a very good reputation.

I explained that although I expect that it is due to the fact that I am run down, I have a little lump that I wanted him to check out.  He looked at me and told me that it was a lymph node caused by the infection of the minor abrasion on my ear.  The infected minor abrasion is neither, it is a little patch of psoriasis that is identical to the one on the other ear.  My hand went to my ear as I said that it was psoriasis and he turned into an evil demon-type thing and half snapped, half growled, “Don’t touch it!”

He then told me that whatever it was, it would go away if I leave it alone.

Okay.

I was ready to get up and leave when he said, rather abruptly, “You said that you are run down.  Are you depressed?”

WTF?!?!

No.  I am RUN DOWN.

Tired.  I have been working a ridiculous number of hours and haven’t had time to put up a single Christmas decoration at home.  I’m still in recovery from being really ill last year.  I’m run down.

The conversation deteriorated further:

D: Why are you taking Tramadol?

Me: You signed my prescription yesterday, surely you know why?

D: You need to wean yourself off it.

Me: I take it on the rare occasions when I have to roll out of bed, crawl to the bathroom and ask my husband to dress me in a morning because my back is so bad.  The rest of the time, I live with the pain.  I have had two left for the last few months but fearing that my spine will go into lockdown over the Christmas break (because I stop to rest for 5 minutes) which means that I would need to take the 4 a day as prescribed (as part of a larger cocktail of nasty drugs) and no access to a GP, I thought that I ought to renew my script.  Feel free to read my notes and look at how often they have been prescribed and then make a judgement on whether or not I am a junkie.  Oh, and bear in mind that if I did take them as prescribed, gone on incapacity benefit, been something other than the “coper” that I am, I would have been in a wheelchair by now.

D: Well, you need to wean yourself off them.

Me: And what would you recommend as an alternative?

D: Paracetamol.