I dragged my sorry carcass along to my GP this morning, for today is the day that I ease back just a little bit on the household renovations and do some work on renovating myself instead.
I love my British National Health Service, can I just say that. I telephoned at 8.30 this morning and by 9.50 I was in front of a doctor. The doctor listened to me sympathetically and then offered me the full range of services that the NHS has to offer, which is considerable, from drugs (of course) to counselling to specialised post-traumatic community support. All I have to do is choose what I want. The prescription drugs are all but free, costing me about the price of a coffee and a sandwich from Starbucks, and the counselling and everything else that a person could need is totally free at the point of access, because I already paid for it when I paid my taxes.
So here is the plan.
- Back pain (urgent). GP has provided anti-inflammatory drugs which I am encouraged to think will start working within a couple of hours, plus some strong painkillers to get me through the worst symptoms. I am grateful.
- Mental anguish (acute). I am not going to turn down free drugs, am I. I said yes to this, knowing full well that it is most likely going to kill my sex drive and incline me to putting weight on. It still seemed like it was worth it. I will think about the post-traumatic community whatnot in due course.
These are my two most pressing problems. They both interfere with my ability to do my job and the second one is having a terrible effect on my general mood and my relationships, the Honcho must think I am completely nuts, he really sees the worst, most irrational side of me. Also I angrily snapped at the Hungarian boy for no reason and I thoroughly regret that and will now have to leave him alone for a long time to recover.
There is a third item on the list.
- Hair loss. My hair is falling out in a big way. It seems clear to me that it is a stress reaction and therefore there’s nothing specifically hair-related that I can do to stop it, some sort of biochemical reaction has been set up that is making my scalp shed hair and I can’t fix that in the short term. My hair will stop shedding when it is ready and when I am in a better, less stressed condition. What I can do is make my hair look a bit better while it is going through this difficult period. I need to go and get it cut and coloured anyway (for I am not going to stop colouring it unless forced) so I will just tell my hairdresser about it and he will have to give me a very short cut that gives it as much shape as possible. Isabella Rossellini is older than I am, and she nearly always wears her hair short, and it looks great on her and very feminine. So I might take some pictures and see what my hairdresser thinks.
And finally. Hopefully at this stage in the plan my back has stopped hurting, my mood has improved and I have a nice new haircut. This ought to help a lot with regard to getting me back in my exercise gear, back in the gym, the pool, etc. Then I can work off those annoying few extra pounds that I’m carrying around with me, and by about this time in September I should be glowing with self-satisfaction again, as one would hope.
1 Health point. I am having a Health point for all that. Fucking hell. Girls just wanna have fun.