The Bleedin Obvious

So its official , im actually ill.

Finally got to see a real GP our retired sometimes locum whos actually been a GP a very long time . It has proved hard to get to see him , because ive had endless calls to the receptionist for the last month to be told its just a bug, take paracetamol, stay in bed and give at least 4 weeks for the cough to clear , think i got an appointment on a slack day as the place was deserted . It would seem that my amazing skin problems caused by me not managing my diet well and all the Christmas food ive guzzled as the nurse practioner stated, are actually Shingles on a grand scale !!  They gave me antivirals but its 2 weeks to late really, but he said give it a try , probably caused by my bad reaction to the flu jab and being more run over than run down , 3-5 weeks minimum to heal up , struggling to walk sit and move because its mainly my sciatic nerve thats affected ,still coughing but then he thinks ive had pleurisy but its getting there, so not worth treating with antibiotics. 

He did ask if anyone had actually examined me , then raised his famously sarcastic eyebrow when i said of course not everything had happened over the phone .

My minions are trying, very trying . im struggling to stand on my already motorbike, long ago damaged leg for more than seconds  and still feel rather as if ive been hit by a bus, very wheezy and I have badly swollen legs by the end of the day . Ive scared Mr BH to death , hes turned into Mrs Doyle and keeps asking if i want a tea every 10 minutes , we may need all new carpets  because his tremors mean he gets it everywhere . Though when he offered to "cook" me a pot noodle , I think he got the hint ...lol
 The washing pile resembles an episode of hoarders , im sure someone will eventually give in and take responsibility or be crushed as they walk past it.

 Im mainly granny napping due to the lovely painkillers and dont care a toss...lol