Friday and the first things to say is my web page has changed its font for no reason and I cannot find out how to get it back to its original form. Ah Ha I’ve sorted it, you are now reading Merriweather font. That will do for now.
So its Friday and I am up early to ring the GP for an appointment. I get through and rather than getting a time to see the doctor I get instructions of how to send pictures of my lumpy cheek to the doctor so she can look at it and ring me back. I am so pleased I haven’t got piles. So I send my pictures and then wait. I have breakfast and get ready for the training session I am going on for the morning. The doctor rings and asks me questions and comes to the conclusion that she needs to see my face, face to face. We agree 4:30. I spend the morning attending a training on therapeutic community values and standards. There are familiar faces, colleagues and friends who attend adn debate issues. It was a useful reminder of not only the work but also how much I miss the friends I have in the world of therapeutic communities. During the session I am also keeping an eye on the arrangements for the training the EE team are delivering next week. There are complications that need to be dealt with. At the end of the morning it was sad to say farewell to people who are, by and large, like minded good people. I had no time to rest as I was into another meeting almost immediately. This meeting was arranged at short notice to deal with next weeks training session. There has been a lot of toing and froing over this training and we need to get ourselves sorted. So we spend the hour deciding who is delivering what and agreeing the final format. We get there relatively painlessly and pick up the bits of work we need to do. At last I am free, I fill in my time sheet that I use to keep track of my activity and grab a coffee. There is time to train and shower before getting to the GP. I hit the garage and row for half an hour and put in a really decent session.
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Straight to the shower post training and a general fluffing and grooming for the sake of the doctor. I even shave and put on proper trousers, I guess I might be more anxious than I am willing to admit. I drive to the GP and phone in. I wait for the return call and when it comes I make my way to the back door of the surgery. There is the doctor in PPE and I am ushered into a consulting room. She is a chirpy thing this doctor and advances on me with a Sherlock Holmes type magnifying glass. She goes Mmmmm and Ahhh and retreats to her desk telling me to mask up again. Apparently I have a blocked sebaceous duct and I need antibiotics. If it does not reduce in a week I have to go back and she will consider a biopsy . There is a rare outside chance that it could related to my prostate cancer, but it is an outside probability. With any luck the thing will come to a head and explode relieving everyone. I return home and get a call from a friend whose IT had thrown her out of this mornings training before the end. We catch up with what she had missed. I settle into an evening of chicken stew and live rugby . I watch the game but keep an eye on Brentford’s score on my phone and whoop when they win. So after an evening of second hand sport I start to write the blog.
