I’m sitting in the GP walk in centre. Trying not to breathe.
Or touch anything. There are people coughing and hacking all around me and I
can imagine germs swarming towards me talking in strange nasal voices like a
Domestos advert.
I waited in a queue of one – just me - while the apathetic
receptionists chatted about the tea rota and applied lip balm and made sure
their pens were perpendicular to the desk edge.
I shuffle in the queue wondering whether being ill makes you
invisible to receptionists. Please. I just want to see the doctor. I want to
feel better. I'm going to have to run the marathon whatever happens and I'm
going to try to run it at the speed I'm supposed to. But it will hurt. It will
hurt even more if I'm unwell. Please just help me. Stop applying your lip balm
and stop your inane chat about who is getting sugar in their tea. I know I'm
unimportant but I just don't want I have to hurt more than necessary. Sometimes
trying hard isn't enough. I need help today.
Finally get seen by receptionist. Grudgingly. On her part.
I’m sitting here with the smallest parts of my buttocks
touching the hard plastic orange chairs, breathing in through my nose and with
my handbag on my lap like a prissy old lady. I’m trying to hold back the urge
to go round and spray everyone coughing with the antiseptic spray and I’m
rubbing alcohol gel on my hands so often I look like a miser anticipating a big
haul of gold.
Get seen by Nurse Practitioner. Who is actually lovely,
sympathetic and in direct contrast to the receptionists. She prescribes me some
antibiotics. And almost apologetically tells me I shouldn’t race while on
antibiotics. I reassure it’ll be fine. I will have finished the prescription by
almost 2 days by the time Paris marathon comes around. I clutch my slip of
green paper and shuffle out of her office.
Oh you poor love... hope you're feeling better very soon xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Millie. I'm actually feeling a lot better today, thank goodness and actually got a run in yesterday so it's all looking a bit more positive for the marathon - phew! xx
ReplyDeleteI sleep with vicks on my chest when I am full of cold, it doesn't help the cold go any faster but it lets you breathe while you are asleep
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip! Have been out and bought some! ... well the Tesco own brand :) Is actually working a treat! On me AND the 3 year old! Thanks for that!! :)
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