Well, I could almost be a doctor – rightly anticipated that the Prof would stick me back on steroids to try and artificially boost my energy levels, and I am now the proud (desperate) owner of a large box of hydrocortisone tablets.
Two to be taken in the morning, one at lunch and one mid afternoon… bring it on. Having had to wait 45 minutes to see Prof, I was – funnily enough – fast asleep in the waiting room by the time I was called, so that pretty much summed it up.
And having had one initial tablet this afternoon, plus several hours of a fresh pain patch, plus now feeling that there is hopefully an 'up' coming, I do feel a bit better. Or was it the naughty Sloppy Giuseppe pizza that I had for supper, while Mr H was out at a work do? Maybe a bit of both..
Off for a night away with Janine, Scrumpy and Flossy tomorrow (one room, 12 legs, two tails, what could possibly go wrong??) – then on to the coot, H intending to cycle down and join us. Ross away at The Clapp Cup, his annual fishing competition with two old mates. We will be poised, with bated (baited in this instance?) breath for photo evidence of the many fish. Sometimes it can be quite a long wait…
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