A quick word. More medicalness this week. I’ll write it properly later.

I went to London Tuesday in order to be on time for Dipstick appointment Wednesday. The trains or lack of is adding so much stress to hot travelling. Traveling a day ahead was much calmer.

We ended up watching the football on my iPad in a brilliant French place with lovely friends. Waiters and other guests gathered round to watch the penalties!

It was tense!.

Next day whilst waiting for Dipstick to turn up I chatted to the implant rep . We did our own consultation sorted a plan of action and chatted whilst we waited.

She too had watched the footie with her small children. The children were not feeling like going to school they all had sore tummies and so she’d had to drag them all out before meeting me. The five year old has his party on Saturday at 3 .. oops…that’s the next match.

Then after Dippy…which I’ll explain later ..round the corner to my new best friend Consultant infection specialist etc which Jerome had suggested.

We laughed so much I think the ever lengthening queue outside must have heard it all.

The reason was

She also had footballitus. ….

We started the consultation with a three way telephone conference with her microbiologist.

Her phone rang. I suggested I step out. Nooo no she said stay.

It was her children’s school. Son. ill. Sore tummy. …spoke to son…nanny..surgeon husband..school again…sorted. Guilt worry ..I remember it well.

So unprofessional she apologised.

Not at all I said.

I think we are beyond professional now, and anyway…in my expert patient view I diagnose footballitus. Your son needs to go home, sleep. Turn off the Wi-fi. Hide all the iPads. Pour in the water. He’ll be fine.

How we laughed ,