Alex's Historical Fiction

Well finally ...

Good grief! I'm still recoverin' from the sheer shock. After a 7 month wait, I've finally been offered an MRI foot scan appointment (cue much rejoicing). It's at the end of September, but I won't be seeing the Specialist until the end of October. But it is progress. I was seriously thinking of setting my dp on them - just the mere shimmer in the air of that, and the NHS capitulated in short order :-) The dp is never aggressive or bullying (other wise I wouldn't touch him with a barge pole, having already lived with someone like that), but he is extremely persistant when he thinks something should be sorted. In fact, I reckon I've been protecting the NHS from him for the past couple of weeks; they should be grateful to me, I tell yer.

I'm still checking out jobs (Wednesday is job adverts day in this city) but so many of these posts ask how many days you've had off ill. Days? Try months, in my case. In fact, probably bordering on a year over these past three years since my stay in hospital. Still, the longer the time that I have enforced time off paid work, the more likely I am to do the stuff I need to do (i.e. finish writing up the archaeology) But perhaps the end of the foot problem is in sight? With the stomach problems much improved, it's just the foot that's holding me back. Then I can get back to my dazzling career in ... er ... um ...

posted by Alex Bordessa @ Wednesday, September 14, 2005