May 18
Yesterday my health was maybe a smidge better. Which isn't saying much. The pains around my torso went down half a notch. And my arms and hands going dead went down half a notch - dead and cold, but not as extensive. Hazel was tricky. And spent a good chunk of the day in hyped up aggressive borderline mode. You can't talk to her like that. She made a couple of doctor appointments for me, one for the same day to do with my foot. Personally. I wouldn't have bothered. It's on the mend. There are potentially issues with it that need to be looked at. But eh. We had talked yesterday about making an appointment with a "good GP" - which again given her mood, I was overruled about. The doc I like at the GP she doesn't. So my vote got thrown out. And that would be for whatever bullshit is currently going on circulation and eye wise. One last NHS attempt at addressing some of my issues. However. She made an appointment for my foot instead. Then proceeded to say how