…is what the last couple of days have felt like. Yesterday I went for my regular check up at the dentists. I was asked to fill in a form answering questions such as ‘am I aware of clenching or grinding my teeth during the night?’, or ‘do I suffer from recurrent headaches?’. My answers were generally ‘yes’ to most of them. So my dentist asked me if I’d like to try out something called a jig which can apparently show if the headaches are related to a dental problem such as an incorrect bite. So I happily said yes as I’d love to get free of the headaches that have plagued me for as long as I remember.

Then this morning I had my follow up appointment with my doctor regarding my loss of voice. Thankfully, it’s pretty much back to normal except when I try and sing …….Dave was so pleased when I told him that she’d said ‘don’t sing!!!’. Anyway, she told me that if the problem should recur to see her straightaway and she would get me referred to an ENT specialist and if nothing transpired there, then the next action would be voice training. Apparently it’s very common for teachers (and actors) to lose their voice and it can be cured by learning how to project your voice properly.

Lastly, Dave had an appointment with his renal specialist this afternoon, a lovely Irish doctor with very twinkly eyes We’ve been seeing him for the last couple of years and he’s amazing as he has so much time for us. Anyway, he wasn’t too happy with the way Dave was treated last Friday, when, after travelling all the way to Leicester, we were told that the exit site infection looked fine and we could go straight home again. At the time we were just relieved to not have to hang around all day like we normally do. But on reflection, I had felt a little concerned that such a dangerous infection was so lightly dismissed. Our doctor today said that Dave should have been given at least another dose of the intravenous antibiotics and then followed up again within a couple of days. The worrying thing is that even though it seems that the infection has been killed off at the moment, it can very easily return. So he’s given him a course of oral antibiotics and told him to get in touch immediately if there’s any sign of the infection returning. If it does return, it could be extremely hard to contain and may well mean the loss of the peritoneal tube. If that were to happen Dave would have to go on haemodialysis which involves 5hr hospital visits, 3 times a week
Crumbs reading back this makes me sound like a right old hypochondriac! So on a cheerier note here’s a photo which I’d completely forgotten about..rather late I’m afraid. This is an example of the cards the children made for Easter…………they absolutely loved making them!