Post 508: Do not over do it Mr U.
With no Monday feeling at all but a desire to get a new prescription I headed into town, without the aids of a car to get there.
Again there was cloudy mist cover as morning broke into afternoon without any rain to speak of just a warm misty morning to wander in to.
I had my rambling poles, shorts and light summer jacket on again as I this time headed into town. The watch was powered up and I set off with it recording my efforts. I needed to see how well I was going and for that to happen I needed to use this newfangled method of recording the walk.
It’s just over a mile into town and of the walk got too much I had busses or taxis to fall back on if needed. Today I didn’t need a handy help, I could do it alone but that’s not always the case.
I had therefore loads of time on go through what I needed too about the prescription I needed. In fact this weekend was a first and therefore not a clear cut exercise in the usual fashion of retrieving the pills. Firstly, the whole commuting system that my surgery is on has been have the onerous task of changing this during the weekend which could mean that the systems are still down today if the companies new ideals aren’t working yet. Judging by the apps I use normally there was a disconnect and that would hamper my needs today.
I’m heading uphill towards town and striding in a small but strong rhythm and while this is currently just how far I’ve pushed myself up till now.
I watch the characteristic numbers flow out of my watch-face as I trundle along.
By the time I’ve walked the 1.2 miles into town I’ve kept the odd check of the new connections to the new system but continues to read that this is not working at all yet. Damn!
So I checked at Boots Chemists, which is my new chemists away from the very old ones where I been with before; As the newspaper put it in a headline this weekend ‘the two hundred year old chemist site is a major historical upheaval in this old county towns people.
What it means to me is that because of my need for a repeat prescription this week and for the first time this has been sent to my new chemist prescribers (Boots) there will possibly be problems.
It should all work tickedy-boo but I fear a gremlin has got into the system this weekend and the computer says no!
But, as I join the queue for the counter specific to prescriptions, when I get my chance and ask if there is any ready for me, they knew whom I am and what was available for me. “Please sit down and wait sir” the assistant said, “it won’t be long”.
And before I could ask anything else I was sitting down resting my poles and legs away from the line of customers behind me.
Before too long I had been called by the prescribing Doctor with a few drugs to handover that had been asked for on Friday by the GP I had been talking to.
Fabulous, but I still needed the Gabapentin ordered.
I asked and was told “8that I should drop a hand written prescription into the GP Surgery” he reminded me, “as you would normally sir”.
As it was only a short walk to the GP surgery I took my newly printed and signed prescription chitty and popped it into the mailing slot where I have to leave it if the apps don’t work I guess. This is all new to me.
I was done with the town now, all I needed to do was to set my watch for the walk home.
The walk up and back from town was a milestone in my recovery and a big confidence boost.
I showed that I could not only walk
Over two and a half miles, I did it without anyone chaperoning me.
Fabulous.
On the way I saw flowers in the town centre looking pretty in their trio of standing pots but also a lovely looking fungi (a bolete I think) that was growing behind a well established English Oak.
Good luck and take care.
My Darlings tattoos were back on the menu today, and all the things she wanted she can have. Memorials to her late brothers especially.
Whatever helps her is all right by me.
I have blood tests in the morning for the Acid infusion and the Hb1ac diabetes check that the optician insisted on.
Good night.
PS
The new shoes are well and truly broken in now.
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