Irrational

[shewhomust]

Our visit to the Diabetic Clinic, scheduled for June, was cancelled, of course. This afternoon we had the first half of the substitute procedure, visiting the GP's surgery to be weighed and measured by the practice nurse. Under the old normal, we would then each have had a brief meeting with the doctor, to discuss the results. Under the new normal we now have a scheduled phone call to look forward to. Or not - this is one of the wonders of the National Health Service, and I am very glad to have it, but I don't enjoy the process. It's like taking an exam which you are fairly confident about, but guiltily underprepared even so. I didn't realise how weighed down I had been by the prospect of this afternoon's session until the weight was lifted: back home enjoying Countdown to an unexpected extent (Rufus Hound is the new guest, which is good news, but it's not that).

Next week there's that phone call; and I have an eye appointment, too (though only the first of the pair of appointments). But that's not until next week.