WARNING. The following blog contains reference to the feet and is not for the squeamish.
Up early and at 'em was the plan for today. The 6.40am bus wasn't too crowded until Neutral Bay which is the last stop before crossing the harbour bridge, travelling north to south. A lingering breakfast at Woolies, then an hour in the Internet cafe before seeing a podiatrist and then a GP.
The podiatrist advised on various methods of treatment and then hacked away at my toenails which he wanted me to take to my GP to have analysed for infection. It looks like dermo or tinea but I think they want to check to make sure there's nothing else.
Seeing a general practitoner (non specialist Dr) in the same building also gave me a chance to re-establish a Dr/patient relationship. In the Navy for 21 years one tended to get treated by various doctors for various ailments and conditions, but since leaving them in 1989 I've been relatively healthy, ptl.
I did occasionally see a Doctor, where I lived before but that was usually only for flu medication or whatever. Nothing of any consequence since 1989. Now that I've reached and passed the magical, mystical 50, and knowing that quite a few of my friends in the same age bracket have various ailments and conditions I thought it was about time I started to do something about it myself. The opportunity arose this morning when the podiatrist said the best treatment would be a lotion which needed a doctor's prescription, and that the nail would need to be alysed by a pathologist to ascertain what was causing the infection and what the recommended treatment would be.
So how was your day.