I always check the alarm clock.
Always, always, always.
Every single night, before I go to bed.
(Well, except for that time two months ago. But honestly, that was a one-off.) Until last night.
I’d written up a full and comprehensive list of all the medicines I’ve taken and all the treatments I’ve tried against this blasted headache.
I’d jotted down the names of all the medicines I regularly use.
I’d made a note of the date of the operation, and therefore the date on which my headache had started.
I’d rummaged around and set aside the x-rays taken in the summer.
I’d checked off all the dates and times in my diary, that I would not be available.
I’d worked out bus times, not wanting to drive on potentially frozen roads and ensured my referral was in my bag.
I’d even popped the address and phone number of the doctor in my purse, just in case something happened on the way.
Then I went for an early night and I forgot to check the alarm clock which as it turns out happened to be set for 30 minutes after my appointment time.
So near, but so far…
I think I have mentioned before, that I happen to be a lucky person. And luckily for me, my husband’s bladder persuaded him to wake up early.
Meaning in actual fact, I managed to be only ten minutes late and thus permitted to still see the doctor.
You know, the neurologist I’d booked to see weeks ago, who has a really good reputation?
Except – it wasn’t him.
No. He was off. (To see the wizard? Santa? Who knows!!)
So, I saw a stand-in.
Who, and I have to be honest here, installed absolutely no confidence in me.
She couldn’t work the computer. Had to look up every single medicine in a book. Just assumed it was a migraine. Didn’t look at my x-rays. And examined me by telling me to stand up, walk a couple of steps and then touch my nose. After that, she proceeded to hit my knee with a hammer and pressed on my neck for a couple of seconds.
Although my GP had been reassuring me about the necessity of being sent for a CT scan, the stand-in insisted it wouldn’t be required, as I’d already had one, seven years ago!
Without asking me what I’m stressed about or what my situation is, she seemed to think it could all be solved with a brisk ten minute walk (importantly: at exactly the same time each day) and a good sleep.
To cover herself she gave me a ‘prescription’ for six sessions of physiotherapy on my neck (even though it hadn’t hurt when she’d touched it). But on taking the paperwork to the physiotherapy centre, I discovered the form contained so many mistakes, it was invalid.
But not-to-worry. She said I should come back in the new year.
When the receptionist offered me an appointment with her or an alternative doctor on two different dates, I went with my gut instinct and said, “Anyone else will do!”
The exceptional news is: I think the acupuncture, or something is working, I still have a headache every day, but mostly in the distance or for just a small part of the day.😀