A visit to my GP today and find out I'm going mouldy*, I have to buy some paint for my toenails - strewth! I thought it was fluff from my new sox, or a stain from my new shoes, but it won't wash or wipe off. The treatment is $76 a throw from the discount chemist! Arrgh! This getting old truly is a crock of crap.
But my blood pressure! Woohooooooo! 128/70 something. FANTASTIC for me. Must be the place I'm working, it's not usually under 140/90!
I've been having some trouble with asthma lately and he suggests I speak with my cardiologist about medication for the asthma.
It so happens that I am visiting the cardiologist tomorrow so I shall see what happens. I just have to make it up the hill from the carpark at PA to the hospital itself!
*Doctor thought it rather amusing when I called myself a "mouldy oldie".
Cure toenail fungus with Vicks Vapo-rub. The expensive cure from the chemist only needs to be applied twice a week. Reading more now....
Grr. My debit card ran out last month. I received a new one and promptly put it in a safe place. Not in my wallet until the changeover as I usually do. It was in such a safe place, I just spent a couple of hours looking for it, and of course it was in the last place I looked. Had I not found it I would have to visit either my credit union (difficult, not many branches, that's how they keep costs down), or my mortgage holder (a bank, another pesky detour), to get some cash out - I only have five dollars!
Ah well, I'd better finish my cuppa, get dressed and choof off. I think I'll give the vicks a go, stinking and full of nassssty memories as it is, I suppose I'm not smearing it on my chest (or up my nose).