Doctors and dentists and pills, oh my! in OD

So, on Monday I had the doctor about my hand. Which wasn’t helped much by the fact that I couldn’t sleep (stayed up all night watching The West Wing and Spaced).

Despite this, I got there just in time for my appointment. Had a very slight wait to see the doctor, told him what was wrong, he had a look and prescribed me anti-inflammatory tablets. With confusing instructions. I have to take one a day for the first week, if that doesn’t help up that to two a day, if that doesn’t help try a week without taking any and if THAT doesn’t help, go back and see him. So far it seems to be working though.

Then I had to sign on and in the afternoon I had an appointment with A4e, the stupid place that the job centre has sent me to. At least I’ve managed to convince my employment coach that I can actually do more than work at a call centre.

Then yesterday I had the dentist who is going to be operating on me next week. Wasn’t planning this but I did actually have a pint before heading over there. I bumped into a friend I haven’t seen in a long, long time and we had a drink and a chat about our various writing projects. I changed my address at the dentist, gave them my mums contact details when they asked (and, as usual, I had to spell part of my mums address) then they had a look in my mouth. Turns out I have 8 teeth that needs to come out and some that need fillings.

And having started this to avoid having local anaesthetic used on me, they’re going to use it anyway.

I’ve got my post op instructions, including the fact that I have to cut down on my smoking for a few days if not stop altogether. I have looked into getting patches but the cheapest I’ve seen is £6- 7 for a weeks course (and that’s at half price). I’d much rather just buy a fresh pouch of baccy and try and make it last me four days instead of two (which is what usually happens). Main problem is going to be when I’m at home on my own watching videos.

I was also advised to get painkillers for the next day. I was specifically advised to get ibuprofen as it can help with the inflammation. Though I probably won’t bother with them as I’m on anti-inflammatory medication (as I’ve already mentioned).

Phoned my friend Nikki (who is coming with me to the hospital and looking after me for the next day) and arranged to go round to hers and speak to her and her lad about what’s happening. For example, the fact that she’ll be spending all morning and part of the afternoon at the hospital waiting for me (the op itself will be about 3 hours). Also need to speak to a friend tomorrow see if he’ll pick us up and save time and money getting a cab.

And that’s about it. As a treat, I’m posting this video. It’s funny cos it’s funny and also cos it’s true…

Will