We arrived on time - naturally, but have spent the last 20 minutes filling if forms,,about ethnicity and disability and are now sitting in Old People's home chairs , thankfully without the accompanying dampness , but never the less very definitely from ' Kettley's ' - before the make over.
This is designated the ' Recovery ' room but it's not the least how I had imagined it- with candles, a gentle breeze lifting the curtains of the day bed and soothing smells and sounds. No , we watch as the cleaners crash by and I'm sharing with two others whose facial pads of snowy cotton wool make them front runners in any audition for Santas helper . I do note that they are managing to eat - custard creams - but my insides revolt at the though of adding anything more to the mix - of toothpaste, porridge and Diazepam .
How did I end up here ! Well, by ignoring a tiny spot below my nostril ,for OVER2 years! It seems fantastical that I rated a fungal infection on my toe higher on the list to bother my GP with than a bcc. Lesson learnt but horse had gone ! Going in now ...
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