The Whale leads a somewhat boring existence so it is not surprising that he tends to be a bit of a hypochondriac.
His latest topic of conversation is a 'lump' on his behind. He has bent the ear of any and everyone and, not surprisingly, has had a confusing mixture of advice and suggestions. Some say it is sciatica, others that it definitely isn't. According to the physio, it is a bone but the locum (called in during our doctor's holiday) said it was a muscle. She prescribed fifteen sessions of massage but the physio refused to do it!! The nurse who changes his catheter each month at the local hospital, has made an appointment with the orthopaedic specialist on the same day as his next visit to see her.
If we are to be reimbursed for this, we must have a letter of referral from the doctor so it is a good thing she has agreed to write one, even though, in her opinion it is a dent rather than a lump - and definitely NOT a bone.
At least, now that he knows he will see a specialist, the Whale has calmed down a bit and stopped spending the whole day speculating aloud on the nature of his protruberance!
His mind was taken off that problem yesterday when he called me in a panic. His urine was pink! He had been eating beetroot . . . . . .
