Doctorising

I forgot to say yesterday, but the final result from the visit to the local GP on Monday was that I’m now on a weeks supply of 500mg Amoxicillin, taken three times a day.

To me that’s pretty much “Well there’s something wrong with you, but we don’t know what the shit it is, so we’ll whack it with antibiotics”. Fortunately, I don’t go to the doctors often enough to be overdosed on antibiotics, or even really getting resistant to any of them, so with luck it’ll help in this case.

At least the GP realised that it’s something I (finally) saw as being worth visiting them for though – he knows I don’t like and don’t trust GPs anyway, so the fact I’d gone to see him at all was worthy of note.

Mind you, for all the information, thought and incisive diagnosis I received, they might as well have said “it’s a virus, sod off”. And as Daisy said to me, “Virus” is just Latin for “We don’t know what the fuck it is”