An hour and a half to drive there. Prof Woolf was an hour and five minutes behind schedule so had to sit on uncomfortable chair in waiting room for all that time. Then, glory of glories, Prof Woolf called me in. There were two students there. He looked at my hands and nodded. "Now you've got psoriatic arhtritis." Well, yeeeeeeees. That would be correct. "Now then, you're on anti-inflammatories." Well, noooooooo. Actually, I'm waiting for an endoscope to see if I have an ulcer caused by it or not. "Okay, well, you'll be fine. I'll see you in four months. I'll write to your GP and tell him to give you anti-inflammatories again once we've sorted out your stomach." Oh-kay. Erm. Is that it? Oh, okay, yes, that's the door. Oh, all right. I'll just go then, shall I? Well, now, that was one of the best uses to which I have ever put a day.
Not.
Bollocks.
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ah the joy of specialists, hope you feel better soon rich, jon
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