On a more positive note, talk the walker out for a spin around the nearer part of Tavistock, accompanied by Mrs DC. Something I now must do more of, although ridiculously tiring. GP surgery have cocked up bloods. Should have been sent for Hb as in anaemia, instead sent it for HbA1c as in diabetes. D'oh. £10 cab fare wasted.
My blood tests were done at home for the first couple of months until I was well enough to travel.
This is turnip country down 'ere! Do things for patients? What a novel idea...
Actually no, the idea that they might is so far outside our GP experience that it never occurred to me. But I will!
No physio prescribed. Physio tends to be not a lot of use for backs anyhow. Next appt 14 March.
Actually, I won't. We'll go down in a cab, then have a gentle walk into the Meadows and feed the ducks, we'll have some hot chocolate as well.
Done. Kiosk was shut, so no hot choc, so decided on a 'Spoons small breakfast and a quick tour of the charity shops, or until had enough. Did a few, then home. Just over 2500 steps, or about a mile. Progress! But boy, don't I know all about it...
Jeez, that's horrific. There are not bad words enough for people who do such things. An off is one thing, but this is equivalent to being attacked. Hope the wrist isn't too badly mangled and heals cleanly.
