13 days in Hot town, summery in the city - 2017

Until NoJoMo. You may remember the introduction of Phil and philomena during last year’s NoJoMo. If that detail has slipped your mind (but how could it) I shall refresh your memory. They were my two fungally attacked toe nails.

Oh that’s why you don’t remember, you blocked it from your mind totally!!

Anyway. Phil and philomena had packed their bags and were bidding their final goodbyes last March, a full year after I began intensive, blattering treatment.

Then I got covid. I spent two weeks wallowing in my own despair then a further three weeks wondering how in the hell I would be able to actually get down the stairs followed by several months of utter, total exfuckingsaution.

Phil and Philomena were, pretty much, ignored during this time.

Long story short, Phil and Philomena decided to unpack and stay long term. Perhaps they wanted to look after me? Quién se sabe?

So, I finally bit the bullet last week (bloody hurt I gotta a tell ya!) and made a doctor’s appointment. I just imagine the disappointment of wanting to become a doctor in order to cure the world and you just have to look at manky feet 🤣

Anyway, I have to clip some yummy bit of fungal toenail off and send it to the lab then have a liver test (my last was in April and was fine but the Dr wants to double check it’s still fine) because, apparently, the medicine can be a bit evil!

And then Phil and Philomena will be thoroughly evicted.

I hope…

🤞🤞🤞