Yesterday I visited the dental department at Guys Hospital for what may be the last time. They gave me a clean and polish and advice. I now have a set of dentures and the good dentistry folk tell me there's nothing more they can do for me.
They may opt to see me once every 6 months or twelve months or they may discharge me. I still can't get on with eating with these gnashers but they're comfortable enough to wear.
Whilst the Guys dental care people have been good I haven't had an appointment with the ENT Dept to see an oncologist since March last year. Considering my consultant wanted me to have a check every two months following surgery in 2012 this really isn't a very good show.
I'm aware I haven't had an appointment and I could have contacted them and requested one but to be honest sometimes I get a little ostrich-like and don't want to visit, going there always scares the bejayzuz outta me and I'm filled with anxiety days before I'm due to visit. What if they find something nasty? Eek! Life over, most probs
I mean, only option should cancer return is surgery.
Hummph! I shouldn't even think about it, lol, I will contact them in March I think, which incidentally will make it ten years since I was first diagnosed and I'm still here, annoying people and generally winding everybody up (I hope).
I'm working tomorrow morning, the reception area and two rooms on the second floor are saying they can't hear the microphone announcements and the speakers don't work. I suspect student vandalism or teachers disconnecting the speakers themselves. I've been working at that site since mid '85 - scary eh?
Today I wandered around Soho and it's surrounding environs with a view to buying some vinyl, visited three shops but only bought just the one LP, White Zombie's Astro Creep 2000. I was sent this album as a CD promo when it was released, in '99 I think, and it's long been a favourite of mine. I did go with the specific intention of buying Leftfield's Leftism on vinyl but everywhere was sold out.
I did notice since vinyl has become popular that prices have risen. Oasis' What's The Story has been £20 for years, now it's £25. The CD, however, is around £8. I recall when pricing was the other way round, funny how things change.
I passed a shop named Gosh! in Berwick Street and bought another Asterisk figure for my small collection, Gettafix The Druid.
Whenever I walk around central London a million memories come flooding back, I spent so much time here when I was young, both working and playing. I can remember (cue violins) it seemed back then I had the world at my feet and could accomplish anything. But I don't recall anybody telling me to start walking, lol
Some pix:
White Zombie:
Gettafix: