I got myself X-rayed last night. I was in agony all day so I called sister Sophie to ask for advice and she reminded me that there’s a Minor Injuries Unit I could go to, where I could get a once-over from a Nurse Practitioner without having to queue in A&E. So Philippa threw me in the back of her car and off we went to Cromer.
The journey there was horrendous. Every time Philippa changed gear or went over a bump it jolted my shoulder and I yelped like a girl.
When we arrived, it took me ten minutes to get out of the car. My neck was so twisted and stiff that my ear was nearly resting on my collar bone and it was so sore that I couldn’t do anything to move it.
Anyway, I saw a lovely lady called Mia and she was lovely. The good news is that the X-ray is clear, so there’s so structural damage and I don’t need to get referred to the hospital. She did suggest I see my GP as soon as possible, and take a few days off work while I recover. That’s the second medical professional in 24 hours that’s told me to stay off-work for a while so I’m going to do as they’ve told me! For as long as I possibly can!
Work called today to see how I was doing, which translates as “Are you going to sue us, and are you coming back to work soon?”
I layed it on a bit thick and then said “I think I need some more rest” which translates as “I have no intention of stepping within six miles of your supermarket you bastards”
RC 20-5-13
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