Andrew spots a contra-indication…

Over the weekend, I found it uncomfortable when going to the toilet. Then I noticed some redness in the bowl of the toilet. The first time it happened, I woke Andrew up from his Sunday afternoon nap, and he was going to ring the out-of-hours GP. However, as I had just eaten a whole bag of Haribo Strawberries, we thought that we would wait and see if it happened again. Later, yesterday evening, it did. So I knew that this morning I would be on the telephone to our GP’s practice to see what could be done. Being me, I … Continue reading Andrew spots a contra-indication…

Withington Community Hospital to the rescue

Okay, so the rescue was nearly a fortnight ago, but it is still imprinted on my memory, and I haven’t quite got round to blogging about it. Andrew and I were off to Cornwall via a flight to Manchester (my cousin Marianne was driving down so that’s why we were in Manchester) and we got there all safely, with everything we needed — except my meds. For the first time that we have been away together, we forgot them. They were set out ready to come, but were left behind. Fortunately, I had one of my Eviplera in a pill … Continue reading Withington Community Hospital to the rescue