Days 637 to 643

This was supposed after my last blog entry to be a continuing health improvement story. However this last week has been a right trial.

Looking back to an entry last September, I wrote about one particular acid attack that had caused a bad cough which wouldn't go away without anti biotics. History has I am afraid started to repeat itself. The acid had been rolling around in the system and I started coughing quite violently. At first coming up was acid but gradually that went away but alas not so the cough. Though I managed to get through the show on Angel I had to cancel my other radio work. I had to miss Martin's Dad's Birthday Bash on Sunday. Once again I tried the usual non prescription stuff such as Lemsip, Cough Candy(sweets), Honey, Hot Juice etc. all to no avail.

Thus I went back to the Surgery today and saw a new Doctor. She actually listened to me, then checked temperature, blood pressure and chest. She said she could find no evidence of infection. However like me she wasn't happy that this problem was recurring. I was given some anti biotics and asked to go for another chest x ray. However the difference this time is that I am to have it before the course of anti biotics has kicked in. Not only that but she has made me an appointment on Friday 4 March when the results are back to discuss things further. This is an improvement on what has gone before where all you get is a comment from the reception that no further action is required.

Now I don't want this to sound like I have what is sometimes described as a medical condition. However I could do with losing the dratted cough. It's always worse when I lie down so for the last week I have been sleeping downstairs which at least means poor Ev gets some chance for some peace and quiet.

What has been a pity is that I have had this whilst we have had Grandson Harry with us for 10 days whilst his parents had a holiday. It was great fun having him here. He certainly likes his Grandma's house. He is well across the fact that to get here he has to travel on a boat. We returned him to North Wales on Monday and the poor soul didn't want to get off the ferry(well he is only three).

More next week when hopefully the anti biotics have done their work.