Hi,
My own experience of this situation is not very interesting ... sorry!
Barbara has been getting worried about some huge "thingies" on my back (I can't even see them in a mirror). Are they "moles" running amok,
and all that implies? Eventually, I agreed to go see the Quack. So,
three weeks ago, she phoned to make an appointment. That's usually a same day affair, but this time, it was the aforementioned 3 weeks (Friday afternoon, day before yesterday).
The surgery phoned Friday morning, to cancel. Barbara "frowned" down the phone, offered to email a photo of the offending eruptions.
They declined. But a few minutes later, they phoned again ... told me to be there in twenty minutes.
"Seborrhoeic warts" ... of no paricular interest to anybody. Barbara feels better to know there is nothing to worry about ... and to tell the truth, so do I.
Sorry to go off-topic, but if the topic is "bog rolls" .....
I have not had 'flu, and not even a seriously runny nose, since I retired, er, 35 years ago. I always knew "work" was bad for me.
602 ... Two new eyes, a hernia (where I wouldn't show my mother), fractured femur (bicycle), clean-broken collar bone (horse), broken nose (deep end of empty swimming pool), and 3-weeks in hospital ( tuberculosis). I've been stitched up several time (usually dog bites, but one stabbing). Oh yes, four front teeth (Land Rover steering wheel ... Landy v Arabian desert). Otherwise, I'm usually pretty healthy.