My wait for neurologist was a mere two weeks (same bloke on NHS is 9 months). Cannot wait that long; brain and legs will explode. Need to see him about the criminally named “restless leg syndrome”. That is like calling A-bomb on Hiroshima a “small air-strike”. Drugs stopped working and have to sort out new ones. GP is out of depth. Symptoms are life-changing, if not life-destroying. No sleep; unable to sit and watch telly or eat sometimes. Having to have hot baths at 3am. It is like getting the worst withdrawal symptoms. Ever. But instantly. Within seconds, you become a crazed maniac; red-mist, unable to talk or think sense. Limbs flying everywhere, uncontrollable. Dangerous.
Mrs T still waiting for MRI appt. She is adept at knowing when something is wrong. Since her big op’s, her abdomen has been swelling and feels like there is a rock under the skin. Feels bloated and full all the time so cannot eat much – drawback when quacks are telling her to gain weight. It has taken countless e-mails, letters and phone calls but we hope that the consultant is finally doing something. Probably just something needs draining but someone has got to find out.
Hmmm. Didn’t mean to blather on like that. Sorree, Guess I must have needed to have a rant-ette. Will get back to you about tyres and suspensions et al later. Right now a coq au vin is calling for my attention. Bloody French dishes, just like the people. Fussy and perfidious.