The Rest of my weekend

My abdominal pain didn’t go away so I went to see the out of hours GP. He examined me, by which I mean, he prodded and poked randomly at me until I cried out in pain and then stroked his chin which I think was mainly for effect. The outcome was that he thought I might be right bout it being another cyst. His suggested actions: take paracetamol until it develops then go to A&E or if the pain stays as it is go to A&E on Monday morning. Genius. A total waste of time. So from there Tom and I went to the supermarket for plenty of pain killers then home to settle down.

On Sunday we went to see Beryl who was feeling depressed about her lack of mobility (I can sympathise about that) and then had lunch out, which was nice. That was the last time I ate hich will make more sense later on.