Saturday

11th February

Bit of catching up to do…

Well compared to last year when I tried to get high on Tahini and Vivaldi… the intake of overly calorised substances got suspended.

As I find myself on an unexpected sick break.

Got so used to stuffing myself with all those butters and fat spreads...that whilst doing only minimal physical exercise (25 steps around there somewhere.... what was I bragging on about last month???)

Well 2 months on I am minus x1000=3 zeros.... and the fatty comfort food.

Really do not want to end up with Henry-The-8th-Syndrom and blow up beyond recognition… way too many other individuals who fell victim to the same condition.

Just have to look around me as always and I end up nothing else but “creature-struck” just one more time…

No change there from last year…

So what has changed then ...this year? As in....

Well my back did.

More specifically one of my intercostal muscles!!!

So like two years ago I start the new year with repetitive visits to the GP.

Who wrote me off sick.

And whilst I am at it I thought I use the time to get a few other overdue check ups out of the way also.

Skin check amongst others. Mole mapping they call it apparently.

Interesting word ….interesting also that the NHS does not cover it no more and when I showed up for my appointment which was made for exactly that reason the doctor in charge made it entirely clear to me that if I wanted more then 2 (moles) of them looked at, I would have to go private and pay for any extras which there are many if not countless ones all over my body….

So yeah ...after she was already running late (which I heard her shouting about through the door while I was still in the waiting room)...5 minutes of the 10 minute appointment were wasted on the explanatory facts of the not available services.

How good I used that time to undress myself already, course I would have never gotten around to it after.

Not exactly sure how many minutes it takes me to get out of all my winter gear this time of year, quite frankly I never really thought about it either…..could I drop my clothes faster then I did...

Maybe!? But probably not .... as I am becoming one of the dying breeds and currently find myself constantly to slow with everything I do.

Anyway already just thinking about it turned out to be a waste of time, as the two skin conditions (out of the countless ones) she asked me to choose from (for her to look at) were on my upper body. So had I kept my pants on, maybe I could have persuaded her to use the saved few seconds to glance at a third?

Really felt tempted to haggle for it.

Whilst more time was wasted with me having to alert her to the fact that a magnifier would be advantageous and if she maybe had one. She had to dash out of the curtained safe space to actually go and look for it. Coming back she also brought a measuring tape which saved us another minute.

All prepared finally she asks: “Which ones do you want me to look at? “And I actually really do not care no more .... at this point as we are 7 minutes into the appointment of available ten (and she still has to make up for the loss of extra wasted(time) from the patients before) and all I am worried about at this moment is weather she will make it in time or not…

Completely forgot about the fact I was worried, one of my moles could be something more serious or turn into cancer sooner or later and that was the reason for me being here.

Well two more minutes to spare and I still have to get all my gear back on….pfhhhh….Bloody hell...what a race….and what a complete waste of time…

Guess that was probably what she thought as well, as she is rolling up the tape informing me about the fact that I have exactly 2 more millimetres till this one might give reason for concern.

Meaning: " You have one minute to get out of here…".

Next one please!!

So yeah, I think I know why I so often can not be bothered with doctors....

Really feel panicky about having something serious at some point one day and then being dependent on them or the likes of those ones...

Well the good ones I probably won't have the money for...

So lets just hope for the heart attack or some other quick, short, sharp, substantially successful, solution....just please not on Fridays!!!!

All this while I am waiting for my back muscle to restore the damaged tissue and any beneficial physio has a waiting list of 4 to 6 weeks.

Might as well take health matters into my own hands (well mostly the left at the moment as the right side of my upper body feels seriously disabled).

Meaning I simply counter collectively claim all the time of those two weeks without freaking out about the loss or waste of it.... and try not to spend more of the money I do not have.

Which adds up to two Massage appointments and a "FREE" London Docklands Sick-Walk......

Thinking that my legs are perfectly fine ....I realise I have not seen anything of this city in ages and I have never really been through Docklands area....

Wintry London at its best ....not cold at all with a million shades of grey in the sky, ocasionally allowing the light to break through.

And though the pain lessens with every step I take, still I feel I have to redefine my understanding of "free walking tour" !!!

Pee for a pound!!!

1,55 pound charge to take cash out (do not even get a receipt for that)!!!