I’d asked for the nice, good looking, young, new GP. If I’m worrying about having cancer again, at least I can have some eye candy to letch over while I’m doing it. He asked me to take my shrug off (wow, a man that knows that a little buttonless cardie is a shrug!) and examined me. As the previous doc AND the physio said, he still thinks its muscular. BUT because it’s been going on for so long he referred me for a scan and for blood tests.
Preop assessment was OK too. A lot of hurry up and wait during which I did my reading revision for school. How geeky is that? I was a little worried that they wouldn’t be able to get my blood but the nurse that did it listened to my advice about which vein to use and got it first time (whoo hoo!). She even did the GP’s blood test for me.
Physio was OKish. I’ve been taking pain killers so it isn’t hurting as much as previously which the bloke took to be a sign it’s getting better despite my telling him about the pills. Tch. Idiot. Still. To be honest, as long as it isn’t cancer, I really don’t care.
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