Jottings

Well, I don't know about the rest of the south east, but in this part of London, the promised (threatened?) snow didn't arrive, but it has been piggin' cold. Wednesday night's snow did not completely melt, and so has refrozen on pavements, making them treacherous. Who knows what comes next.

Yesterday afternoon I had a little operation at my doctor's, the removal of what appears to be (and I hope I've got this right) a seborrhic cyst. I don't think he sewed me up so much as darned me afterwards.

He'd decided to put on an extra surgery day to catch up on a backlog. No one gave any thought to the post-surgery practicalities like GETTING MY STITCHES REMOVED.

They should come out next Friday. Which is, of course, Christmas Day. The following Monday is also a holiday, and the nurse appears not to have a clinic till Wednesday 30th, a whole 5 days late. Meanwhile, I am not supposed to get the wound, which is in a part of my back that I can't reach, and is directly under the back of my bra, wet. This means NO SHOWERS OR HAIRWASHES FOR 12 DAYS.

As if.

I managed to have a contortionist-style shower this morning, keeping my back dry, and with a duck and a crouch I even got my hair washed. And I actually kept my back, and the bathroom floor, dry!

It wasn't easy, but at least I'm clean, for now, until I manage to slip and break something. Hopefully not one of my bones.