Well, early this morning I met my new Doctor. A pleasant young lady who, bless her heart and skinny fingers, seems to be thorough enough. Tomorrow morning I have another appointment and I canâ€™t eat or, basically use the toilet until then. Then, Thursday morning I have another early appointment and Iâ€™m not allowed to eat tomorrow evening. So many rules I need to remember.
I was complaining about my back acne, or Bac-ne as my daughters call it, and she asked if I was able to clean back there. I quietly remembered my last endeavour to shave my shoulder hair which turned into an an embarrassing arrow of hair on my back and said, â€œUh no, I canâ€™t reach back there.â€
Then she recommended the best thing any Doctor has ever instructed me to do. She said, with a twinkle in her eye, maybe Lauralea could join me in the shower and help with that part of things.
Just when I get a great Doctor, I move away. The story of my life.