- Head: I’ve got a bastard of a cold (a medical term). This is the first cold I’ve had since I’ve been out as living as we do tends to build the immune system. I’ve got pressure on my synuses, which is causing my ruptured tear gland (from the bottle I received to the noce) to leak. And a tension headache. And a sore throat.
- Finger: septic. Swollen. Very red. Very painful. The engagement ring from my ex-girlfriend is strangling the finger. Bolt cutters can’t get it off but I’m not sure I’d want it that way anyway.
- Back: whilst raising a garage door by standing beneath it and pushing it up with my head (as you do) I’ve managed to compress the cartiledge between two vertebrae.
- Feet: just sore from all the walking.
And I did phone the doctors’ surgery this morning, starting at eight when the lines open for the day’s appointments. When I finally got through at 8.45, all appointments for the day were gone. And you can only consult on one ailment at a time. So I need many consultations.