Not sure if you know but there’s a bit of a bug about. Lots of people working from home WFH. WTF. The advantages of WFH have been well documented and as we all know getting away with the smart shirt on top of pyjamas, the wine in the coffee mug ( actually my mother uses whisky!) And so the list goes on. The long zoom meetings greatly improved by the odd child wandering in the background, or in Dominic Raab’s case his door secured with a broomstick! Then of course its the power and glory of the ‘host’ of meetings. She or he can mute us all or even pop us back in the waiting room at any moment. I am sure we have all seen Jackie Weaver. Wow what a bloody star. not forgetting ‘Julie’s ipad’ who answered her phone and forgot to mute Brilliant. Brilliant. 

Anyhow, on my medical front nothing has happened. However, My parents are calmer and a bit more cheerful. Saintly GP rang me. I don’t seem to have appointments with him. He just rings on a Thursday evening. I think he is just checking I am shielding and following the wordy guidelines, in long boring letters from Mr Hancock. Anyhow. Last Thursday he rang. Did I need anything? Did I want anything?  No nothing could I think of and then really to make him feel useful, told him my right foot was sore. I have been trying to adjust the spinal stimulator to stop the pain zeroing in on my feet. Which has happened before and usually goes in the end. This time it was taking longer. He was delighted to have a medical review question at the ready: had I hurt it? No. Just stubbed my toe a couple of weeks ago. On what? Ah. On my office chair which is now in my bedroom on account of needing to zoom whilst Daniel zooms and teams and stuff in the office we have. wfh wtf….
Barefoot, in my pjs, well, I had a nice top on…I tripped over the chair…over the laptop lead and scrunched up the foot. 
I have just carried on for a few weeks. Saintly GP seemed delighted to be able to use his electronic xray request form. Due to a bit of a bug going round there is no need to book or wait or anything he assured me. Friday, sure enough I could park with ease. x-ray department was empty. No queue. Nice x-ray man was there. Recognised me from a previous visit
Saturday: we were disturbed while we watched rugby by a phone call – Saintly GP – What on earth are you ringing for. You should be taking a break I told him.
Ah he said. I could have texted but wanted the fun and laugh of telling you in person you have broken your foot. Again. ( 
Oh shit.  That entailed a visit to the fracture clinic. Four flights of stairs no lift in the old Victorian part of our local hospital.
No one in the waiting room at all. No waiting. Nice friendly staff. One poor elderly couple had climbed the stairs to the clinic. They huffed and puffed. Then the poor receptionist had to tell them their appointment was cancelled. Could they come back in 3 months. I felt like offering them my appointment. But they seemed pragmatic. Hopefully they would make it back down the stairs they wheezed as they staggered off. 
  Nice orthopod. He explained it was called a Beckham break after the footballer’s 2002 injury. I cannot possibly compare myself with such a talent, indeed had not realised. Then I got my foot strapped and booted off and I hobbled .. back to WFH   

My government approved, allowable exercise outside, is now somewhat curtailed. Back to the bread baking but not sure how to distribute. Then pilates and yoga will be my salvation via France and Yellow Cardies. 

Despite everything else …one bit of the NHS is actually working after all!

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