It’s payback time for the little bit of weeding that I did at the allotment on Monday afternoon, so my arm and leg muscles are stiff and painful, and I’m staggering around like a drunk – add this to my slurred speech, and the casual observer would be left in no doubt that I’d been on the sauce!
The DBS speech therapist responds to my email, and offers me an appointment tomorrow, which I gratefully accept, so I book myself a train ticket for tomorrow morning. My London neurologist also replies to the email about prescribing me exenatide that I sent her yesterday, saying that she “will look into it”. Strange… I was under the impression that that’s what she said she was going to do when I last saw her (in February). I hope I bump into her at the hospital tomorrow, so that I can pester her some more!