I've had three showers today, so far. Had to go to the GP surgery to get measured for new compression stockings This time the woman who was going to do it wasn't in, so the other nurse faffed around leaving me waiting for about half an hour, then tried to do it herself. I don't suppose they'll fit properly. I showed her my 'melanoma' thumb, and she said I'd have to make an appointment with the doctor for a 'special blood test'. The whole thing was a waste, then, and I was seriously faint with the heat (over 30 in the stuffy surgery, with mask, etc. )
I'd met R Next Door with the dawgs when I started out, and she yelled I should have cancelled all appointments. I was going to collapse and die, trudging up there, and how could even I be so stupid? She kept me standing in the sun, of course, while she fulminated.
Looks like the heat's not going to break until Friday. Och... The vomit smell is still quite strong, as they continue the gardening work around the new bloody building. That's really the cherry on top.