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About four years ago, I had a series of asthma attacks which ended with a few days in hospital, and a lot of meetings with doctors to discuss different medicines.

Since then, my asthma's been stable, so although I've seen doctors for other things in the meantime, no one's looked at my asthma. The surgery I go to has been getting increasingly insistent that I have to see the asthma nurse for a checkup, so I finally gave in and went yesterday.

( And it made me angry... )

There's a whole bunch of stuff preying on my mind, as you might expect. Things to do, things to mentally assimilate, decisions to make, still, and so on.

But today, the thing that's mostly preying on my mind is that I have a dental appointment at 4 pm. I haven't been to the dentist since I was a teenager, when the practice I had been attending closed and transferred its books to another practice on the other side of town. I never quite got round to going there.

I'm not scared of dentists. Not really. Not in the grand scheme of things. I worked with dentists for several years, writing reports about the way their practices operated, sitting in on other people's appointments, eavesdropping at reception, advising on fee structures, patient communications and all that sort of stuff. I know what goes on, I've heard horror stories, and I've seen good practice. I've visited more dental practices than I can remember. So I'm not scared.

But I haven't been for a long time. There was nothing wrong with my teeth when I was a child, and the most dental work I've had done before was the removal of one tooth, for reasons I can't remember. I brush my teeth twice a day with an electric toothbrush, I mostly drink water and my teeth don't hurt. But.

Sorry. The last entry wasn't supposed to be in here, it was supposed to be in hurtyhead, my headache diary (no point going to read, all the entries are locked. Not to mention very dull). Head hurts. Brain not working. Thanks for the sympathy, though ;-)

Normal service will be resumed soon.