This site has got a bug. I’ll try to sort it.

Meanwhile Dipstick has no plan no clinic letter nothing. He suggests I go to London with a script ( which I do not have ) for an antibiotic which may not be available.

Meanwhile Pain clinic Appointment …brought in from the grid. ( Is that. Matrix the film…chip in a human ? ) for a reboot of the Nevro spinal stimulator. NHS has changed the IT system so this whole appointment was beset with IT logs on. Logs in. Logs out and after an hour of this I escaped home. The emails and phone numbers have also been changed. Great way to clear your inbox I chortled. That did not receive more than a grunt! I was however privy to the new contact details. For no other reason than I have always agreed to check their patient information leaflets. Not that they ever change anything!

An hour later I wandered back to St Pancras rebooted and batteried. Only to turn around 12:hours later for spinal follow up.

Wednesday Spinal clinic, nice consultant. We chatted. Sorted Brexit. Realised I have really buggered my back. So I’ll go back in for injections. Triple dose. Big guns. Finally, he uttered the ominous words Then we will decide next steps . Bummer.

Trudged back home only to end up having massive row at St Pancras over my ticket. Fortunately for me a lovely lady in a red coat joined the fray as she too had a misprinted ticket. We won the battle . Missed three trains but clutching “stamped tickets” #jobsworth . Argh.

This commuting sure is a test of my pain threshold, my bank balance and my spare time . Dipstick is a test of my patience threshold.

What to do now?

I hope Jerome has a plan.