Are you afraid of the dark?
I checked the time. Its only 2am. Great! I'd woken up in pain again.
Tossing and turning for a while. Eventually gave up trying to get back to sleep.
I reach for the laptop...
Checked emails and decided to reply to one. Just as I'm about to send, I lose wifi connection. Great!
Gave up after trying to reconnect after several failed attempts.
While still lying in bed, I push the curtain back. It was strangely dark. Yes I know one can expect it to be dark at that hour, but this was pitch black. I sat up and peered out of the window. What had happened to the street lamps? No signs of light coming from any of the houses in the street.
I switch on my bedside lamp. No response. Oh oh! Power cut!!!
I lit a couple of candles, then browsed for a number on my phone to report the problem.
The automated message said they were aware of this problem that was affecting several parts of East London, and that the power cut was due to a fault on the underground. Electricity finally came on at 5am. I fell asleep for half an hour only to be woken by the pain again.
Hammer time!
So I decided it was time to pay the Doctor a visit.
8.15am I'm in the waiting room. My ticket says '30'. I thought I'd be the first in queue considering the doctors don't come in until 9.30am!!!
So ticket in hand, I scour the waiting room for a seat. I sit next to a lady who looked like she was in a lot of pain. "Are you ok?" I asked her.
And that was the start of a long and informative chat. She told me how she had moved to the UK 20 years ago as a young bride, that she'd been widowed for several years, how difficult it was raising 4 children on her own [she has no family in this country], how she was betrayed by someone she had met a few years ago etc, etc. By the time it was her turn to see her doctor, we had exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch. She even hugged and kissed me on the cheek when she left. Nice lady!
New Doc just joined the practice. I wasn't sure what to expect. She did all the checks, asked lots of questions, looked at the medical history, hmmm'd and ahhhh'd while reading the records, got me to lie on the couch and did the usual tests.
Took us both by surprise when I nearly kicked her in the face when she used the reflex hammer on my left knee.
"Nothing wrong with this leg" she grinned.
The other leg, the one that had landed me on the Doctor's couch once again, was not so responsive. Sciatica is back in full swing. Oh joy!
So she prescribed me some more narcotics, faxed off a referral for an MRI scan, and gave me some forms to fill out and hand over to the local hospital for another course of Traction therapy [don't you just love having your spine stretched?].
I've decided I like this new Doctor. She's thorough. Makes a nice change!!!
Well now you know!
Have a great weekend.
Indian Delight Jasmin
I checked the time. Its only 2am. Great! I'd woken up in pain again.
Tossing and turning for a while. Eventually gave up trying to get back to sleep.
I reach for the laptop...
Checked emails and decided to reply to one. Just as I'm about to send, I lose wifi connection. Great!
Gave up after trying to reconnect after several failed attempts.
While still lying in bed, I push the curtain back. It was strangely dark. Yes I know one can expect it to be dark at that hour, but this was pitch black. I sat up and peered out of the window. What had happened to the street lamps? No signs of light coming from any of the houses in the street.
I switch on my bedside lamp. No response. Oh oh! Power cut!!!
I lit a couple of candles, then browsed for a number on my phone to report the problem.
The automated message said they were aware of this problem that was affecting several parts of East London, and that the power cut was due to a fault on the underground. Electricity finally came on at 5am. I fell asleep for half an hour only to be woken by the pain again.
Hammer time!
So I decided it was time to pay the Doctor a visit.
8.15am I'm in the waiting room. My ticket says '30'. I thought I'd be the first in queue considering the doctors don't come in until 9.30am!!!
So ticket in hand, I scour the waiting room for a seat. I sit next to a lady who looked like she was in a lot of pain. "Are you ok?" I asked her.
And that was the start of a long and informative chat. She told me how she had moved to the UK 20 years ago as a young bride, that she'd been widowed for several years, how difficult it was raising 4 children on her own [she has no family in this country], how she was betrayed by someone she had met a few years ago etc, etc. By the time it was her turn to see her doctor, we had exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch. She even hugged and kissed me on the cheek when she left. Nice lady!
New Doc just joined the practice. I wasn't sure what to expect. She did all the checks, asked lots of questions, looked at the medical history, hmmm'd and ahhhh'd while reading the records, got me to lie on the couch and did the usual tests.
Took us both by surprise when I nearly kicked her in the face when she used the reflex hammer on my left knee.
"Nothing wrong with this leg" she grinned.
The other leg, the one that had landed me on the Doctor's couch once again, was not so responsive. Sciatica is back in full swing. Oh joy!
So she prescribed me some more narcotics, faxed off a referral for an MRI scan, and gave me some forms to fill out and hand over to the local hospital for another course of Traction therapy [don't you just love having your spine stretched?].
I've decided I like this new Doctor. She's thorough. Makes a nice change!!!
Ever wondered how Boobs got their name?
Well now you know!
Have a great weekend.
Indian Delight Jasmin
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