The last ten days have not been the best. I have been suffering from severe pains at the back of my head. I have a high pain threshold and while the ache was not excruciating it was an annoying jabbing throb. With great reluctance and as a last resort I booked an appointment with my GP.
Before I get to the nitty-gritty (no nits were found in my hair, for the record) I must recount my waiting room experience. It was choc-a-bloc. Only one seat was vacant and it was the furthest away placing from the Tannoy that announces whom is next to be seen. There are many doctors in the surgery so the queuing was not on a first come, first served procedure, the calling was determined on what doctor was the quickest. No one knew who was seeing what doctor so some patients were taken quicker than others.
There were a lot of Chinese in the waiting room and man, did they make a racquet with their conversation. Ping-pong, ping-pong, forwards and backwards to one another. Trying to evoke the Braveheart spirit was all Beano and Dandy but it was my head that was giving me the thumps not my heart; I was starting to get a sore head at the front of my dome. More troubling was the fact I couldn’t hear the announcer. Serendipitously, during a two-second silence my name was chosen to go to a room.
Because I hadn’t been for awhile before I could thrust my problem on the doctor I had to go through a few rigmaroles to keep my details up to scratch. I got my blood pressure took, height and weight measured and scaled and obligatory questions asked- Do you smoke? How many units of alcohol do you imbibe in a week? What song do you want played at your funeral? (bit of a jester, my doctor)
On examination of my head the conjectured diagnosis of the expert put the sore head down to a few factors. Possibly, I might be needing reading glasses, though he did not see any inflammation in my eyes; an eye test would help to rule out this possibility. It could be a virus. Yeah, right. Viruses get the blame of everything, don’t they? Or I could have picked up a head knock and there could be slight bruising under the skull. This seemed the most plausible thing as I’m always banging my head either playing sports or just messing about, as you do.
Still, I was in pain and it wasn’t going away for the time being. Two days after the visit to the doctor’s the pain did go away; heads, I win, the pain left town with its tail between its legs. It brought home to me how special it is to be free of niggling pains. It’s a wonderful world at the moment… until the next breakdown crops up. For those in suffering, my deepest sympathies. Here’s a wee cheery song.
* ONLY RICK WILL HAVE HEARD OF THE QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE SONG- FEEL GOOD HIT OF THE SUMMER. THESE ARE THE COMPLETE LYRICS OF THE TRACK .
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol- C-c-c-c-c-cocaine
JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED.