Started Saturday night.
Severe head pains that have just got worse and worse by the hour.
She's not one for compalining really, so i know she's suffering.
Went to the quacks this morning. Complete waste of time. Just told her to go to A&E.
She was there for 4.5 hours, saw half a dozen Reabok wearing quacks, who seemed more interested in guffawing gassing and swapping sweets than actually treating patients apparently.

Told her eventually that they wanted to do a chest xray as the bloods and urine tests had come back clear, but she'd have to wait probably another 2 hours for that to be done.
She blew a gasket and signed herself out in sheer frustration, non the wiser.
I suspect migrane which is probably as a good a guess as the conclusion would have been from the wonderful <cough> NHS.
Mini Moose's first brush with the A&E dept of the NHS has left her with the impression of...GOD HELP US ALL!
