It’s official NHS is awesome. As EW says…long live the NHS we love you.
Allergy clinic Friday in the airport style high rise building down the Euston Road … Consultant J …She emailed me through the night as the reaction raged,my foot swollen like a balloon, pain hit 10+ ……and the antidotes worked to keep me out of AandE …

we did it some how.
Jerome also pitched in on Saturday with antibiotic advice….and Jeremy Hunt says we do not have a 24/7 service. Jerome of course had decided, some time back, that it was me J, in a boat with so many doctors who have a name beginning with J…well we should add Allergy J too…she’s in this here boat too. Three( +) Men in a Boat …not forgetting Montmerency the dog…by Jerome K Jerome.
Then today, it’s Wednesday back for another Allergy challenge day. Amazing rabbit warren of a hospital outpost. In fact this is the very hospital I spent many hours in, my father had his brain tumour operation here. 1985. My mother so squeamish, I parked her in the pub next door. I could almost feel that pewky migraine inducing fear and foreboding as I hoped he came to, with speech and sight and stuff. He did!
So today, the allergy team, have a whole antique ward to themselves. Patients, beds, nurses, consultants ….we are all in. Child size beds, child friendly posters, on the walls. radio blaring. Must have been a Victorian children’s open ward way back… last year?
Consultant J greets me like a long lost friend. Indeed she virtually lay next to me, through the ether, all through ghastly Friday night. Anxious not to worry D I told him to go to sleep…he did too. phew.
Consultant J and me…today…we talked, we planned, we researched. We looked through all the msu results I had, we worked it out together….we needed Uncle Montmerency…like NOW. She got switchboard to bleep him. phew. He answered. They talked for seemingly ages. Hatched a plan.
So back home once more, hoping tonight is alright….I will be back on Friday, er that means we have hit Monday Tues…….Sat…Sun…argh… ….NHS 24/7 actually…Mr H.

An aside. My journey home last Friday. In my worry about catching a train. I missed the luxury -station -hotel- toilet- break I really needed. In desperation went for the train toilet. One I usually avoid.
The exposed pipework and flooded floor bin and sink made me retch. Imagining allsorts lurking down under I got a grip…Anti bac gel, catheter and made it….just…to my horror …my train ticket has fallen down the horrible toilet bowl .
Dilemma, pay for a fine or new ticket or …should I ? could I ? pluck the ticket from the bowl? I flush…who cares…I will buy another. But alas its still there….summoning all my will power all my anti nausea power I shut my eyes, grab the ticket in wipes…washed hands again again and again…finally, I made my way back to my seat.

No ticket inspector ever asked for my ticket! Home barrier was up….after all that …oh my days…whateveramIlike?