It might be because I came off the medicine, or it might just be because life's a bitch, but the pain is back.
It crept back in quietly, a little niggle here, a paracetamol there, a little worry in my heart that maybe it was coming back, and yet fear that if I let myself believe it then I'd breathe it back into existence.
People have been in touch to ask, and I realise I haven't said. The pain is focused toward the left of my right cheekbone. I also get echoes of the pain in my right jaw. I have been under the doctor with it this time since the beginning of January. I had it before, 10 years ago, and that time it went away after ten months of coming and going, without receiving any diagnosis. It wasn't as strong then.
I expect it might get worse tomorrow.
I am frustrated and angry that despite having this problem since the end of December, and being referred to a specialist in mid January I'm not going to get my first appointment with said specialist until the end of March.
Don't get me wrong. I believe that the NHS is full of good people who are doing their utmost, but years and years of governments undermining the NHS while research has improved possible health outcomes has put the NHS under such strain that the creaking has turned into cracking, into breaking apart at the seams. The NHS is losing good people, which is weakening it further, but it's not dead yet. The Scottish government is brilliant at doing the right thing for vulnerable people. I hope it can do more to help the NHS in Scotland.
Have you got any ideas on how we could help improve the NHS, and reduce waiting times?
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