We end up at the
surgery once more. This time for the Fox.
Over the weekend he
has been becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He’s gained a lot of spots on his
body that start itchy & become crusty & painful. He’s just not able to
sit still in the urge to find some ease. His very clothing seems to irritate them.
The doctor we saw
looked young. (Is that just my growing old age? So many people seem young these
days.) He took a look. Clearly didn’t recognise what he was looking at. He
thought it was some sort of bacterial infection. He then gave him some cream.
He told the Fox to come back next week if they weren’t better (& see
another doctor we suspect he hoped).
When the Fox had
spoken to the triage doctor on the phone to get the appointment, that doctor
had suggested it sounded like shingles. This doctor, faced with the spots/rash
thought it unlikely but possible.
The cream has not
had any immediate soothing effect. We’re quite resigned to the fact the Fox is
in for an uncomfortable time ahead – just what he needed in the run up for Christmas!
After seeing the
doctor, as it was going on to 6pm, we decided to go along to our village pub
for a meal. The friends we usually join when we’re go were there. We didn’t
join them but apologised as we were there for a meal.
It is the first time
we’ve been there and actually enjoyed the meal. Previous eating there has been poor to say the least. We’re beginning to think they’ve
started to get the kitchen teething problems sorted out. We only went for
simple stuff – homemade cream of tomato soup, followed by fish & chips.
Today we will have the duck stir fry we were going to have yesterday.
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