Grandma wants to slap those kids!

Another strange dream: I went to the doctors (which I did later) and my appointment overran (it was on my mind that I had five things to ask him and you are only allowed two) so he took me in his car and we carried on the conversation. When I told him about my asthma, he brought in a specialist (into the car?) and they told me they would take out my tear ducts in an operation. WEIRD!

Once the kids went off to school. I looked for my missing aerobic trousers and hoodie. All my exercise stuff is normally in the same place but today those two things were missing. Not in the washer, or dryer and I even checked behind the washing machine. Strange. I went off to aerobics anyway (luckily I have a spare pair) and was apparently quiet. Not only was I trying to think where my missing things were but I was also trying to work out how I was going to ask the doctor all my things. I was also called a clown because I didn't point my toes. How rude!

I popped home briefly to wash and change and say a quick hello to MadameCourvoisier who was skyping Grandma at the time and then I went off for my doctors appointment. I took my knitting as I was expecting a long wait as usual but I got in early. The receptionist/secretary told me he was in a good mood and that I should try and ask him as many things as possible. I started with my standard repeat prescription for my pill and he decided he would ask me 101 questions today though normally he just gives me the prescription. Inside I was screaming "stop wasting my short time in here I have four more things to ask yet". However while he was asking his questions about my cyclical moods (moods me!?) he asked if I was allergic to anything. Here is where I slipped in "well I appear to be suddenly allergic to spice which makes my throat sore", fully expecting him to refer me to an allergy doctor for testing. We discussed this for a while and he asked if I ever had reflux. I didn't though I do have indigestion occassionally but nothing that has ever bothered me enough to do anything about it. He asked some more questions and I slipped in the fact that I had been wheezing lately (exercise induced asthma it was diagnosed with in the UK). He seems to think they are related and that I have the beginnings of Oesophagitis (inflammation of the lining of the oesophagus). He gave me another prescription for dexilant for three weeks and I am not allowed any spice for the first two weeks and then I can reintroduce it in the third week. I asked him if I could ask him about something else (my ongoing shoulder injury from Autumn in the batting cage) but he said "no I don't think so" and laughed. He apologised and said as long as it wasn't anything heart related or I felt it was life threatening. He suggested I make another appointment and then we can follow up my progress or not. However he did sit and talk to me about moving countries and when he went to Ireland (damn it, I could have easily mentioned my shoulder and finger in that time!!). Still I have a diagnosis, a strange one and definitely not what I was expecting. I also looked up what you should not eat or drink - eeeeek. Alcohol, caffeine, chocolate for a start BOOOOOOOO!

It was lunchtime when I got home and we had a sandwich together before Huffle had to rush back to work. Grandma was making quiche for dinner and Grandad was painting the pool deck panels. I decided to go in the front garden and finish off the raking of leaves that Huffle had started earlier. OMG between us and the boys helping later, we delivered 15 wheelbarrow loads of leaves to Compost Corner and there are still more. We need a different solution next year. The leaves help to mulch and keep the plants safe through the harsh winter but taking them off now the garden is bigger and more planted, is almost impossible.

Here he is back up the ladder

Beautiful clouds

After a lovely dinner, we all left Huffle resting and went and watched the boys at their basketball practice. I don't know how that coach stays so patient with Smallest's class as they just do not listen. I spoke to him afterwards and he said that some parents use him as a babysitter! They certainly do!

Grandma can do a figure of eight with a basketball (sitting down shhhhhhh)

We started the film 'spotlight' until Grandma went to bed and watched some of Billy Connelly tracks across America - very interesting.

 

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