Just before I was discharged from hospital the last time the cardio nurse had to come and talk me through my meds diet and exercise regime. She herself was obese.
On a recent visit to the doctor (an Indian gent about the same age as me only a foot shorter) Mr C accompanied me. The doctor talked to Mr C about me as if I was not there. I don't know who was the angriest on leaving.
I can forgive the GP for being a tad grumpy as the surgery insist on him being called Dr Thomas rather than Dr Kadicheeni, Thomas is his first name and people round here can't be bothered to learn it or pronounce it.
The consultant I saw today suggested that the pain was 'in my mind' and was I stressed and had I considered counselling. He changed his tune when I pointed out to him that my neck had been broken and I had a metal cage implanted my neck.
