Well, I've managed it. Indeed, not only have I managed it, I have gone the extra mile! And no, I am not talking of running a marathon - these days I don't even run for the bus! What I have done is drag myself away from Blogger for a whole month! And that is despite having numerous thoughts that I wanted to blog about. Naturally, I can't recall any of them now that I'm sitting at the keyboard.
I've still kept myself pretty busy, although far too much time has been spent travelling to and waiting in hospitals. I once read a piece of advice - probably in a novel somewhere - that one should not allow oneself to become ensnared in the hands of doctors. And how right that advice seems to me. Apart from my GP - whom I see only rarely - I have now no fewer than three - yes, three! - consultants at the hospital who seem reluctant to let me go. And yet I think that there is nothing basically wrong with me. I don't propose to bore anyone with all the details but I will just mention one of the consultants.
Dr Hurt (and can there be a less appropriate name for a doctor?) took over my case a couple of months back. I had been seeing a different doctor who was monitoring my breathing following a short spell in hospital last April/May time. dr C (the original consultant) referred me to Dr H as she has a special interest in ABPA (allergic bronchopulmonary aspergillosis - look it up if you really want to know more!). At our first consultation, Dr H decided to refer me for respiratory therapy. So I got the call to see a therapist. She gave me breathing exercises to do for 15 minutes once or twice a day. But that makes me cough!
At the second consultation, Dr H decided that laboratory tests would be a good idea, so now I have to make another trek to the hospital.
I shudder to think what the dear doctor will come up with when I next see her!
And honestly, I feel fine!