I went down to Doc on Wednesday.
I had had enough of the pain, the itching and the burning. I had been dosing myself with Nurofen, Solpadine and ordinary Paracetemol. None of them had any effect whatsoever. To say I was pissed off is a massive understatement.
Anyhows he prescribed a tablet. One a day in the late afternoon and I should be grand. I was sceptical but feckit, at this stage I would try anything.
I took one that evening. I waited. I got tired waiting and watched television instead. I then realised that the pain had gone and I was no longer tearing my hair out [literally].
Yesterday morning I woke to discover that the pains and burning were back. I know he said one a day, but fuck that – my body, my rules – I took another tablet. Once again the pain receded and I had a reasonably quiet day. I even went down to the village for a coffee [and chicken for Penny]. That evening I took another and again had a reasonably peaceful evening.
So now I am on two of these marvellous yokes a day. Life is becoming liveable again. What the fuck were these great tablets that worked when everything else had failed? Time to have a chat with Doctor Google. I found them straight away. Apparently they are for the treatment of epilepsy and schizophrenia.
Now I know I don’t have epilepsy.
Is Doc trying to tell me something?