Minnie’s Musings

If I start typing a new post the consultant will miraculously appear to peer at my knee.

I have just had it x-rayed. This is a bit odd as he should have access to the scan I had done in September.

I am hideously over excited at prospect of getting a new knee. I think I might cry if he says I need to wait for further deterioration. I am not sure how much more it can deteriorate before I can’t walk at all.

Best Beloved is sitting in the car park, giving remote moral support, having had the flu all week. As the news has been littered with dire warnings about the NHS having its annual bout of the vapours, he is mindful of spreading germs.

One is trying to be supportive as he really is ill. There is no ‘man’ in this flu. However I am also getting a sore back from leaning away every time he splutters through a coughing fit, determined as I am not to catch his lurgy.

I haven’t had my jabs as I am fed up with getting the flu straight after. Like clockwork. Honestly, I can set my cover work by it (teacher joke). Get stuck with a needle. Receive germs into my anatomy so they can a fandango with my immune system. Go down with a lurgy.