Problems of old age

Visited my oldest - as in longest - she's younger than me - friend this morning as we didn't catch up before Christmas. While there we got on to the subject of dentists (and doctors obviously because we're old) and my friend said she'd recently had a dental check-up.

Now back in about June last year I'd been due for a check-up but just before the time I had a letter from them saying they were no longer doing check-ups. My friend suggested it might just have been temporary while they dealt with the Covid backlog and that if I phoned them I might get an appointment.

I came home resolved to phone the dentist only to be greeted by Husband with the words, "The dentist phoned; you're due for a check-up."

Well, coincidence or what?

Actually we were talking about dentists and check-ups and whether they still did them on the NHS at our pizza party on Sunday. Maybe all the vibes floated through the ether and hit the dentist, making him think, "I need to get that nice Liz Hinds in for a check-up soon."

Also, as we're on the subject of health, in a roundabout sort of way, I sent the doctor some photos of my nail today. When it just had one ridge I thought it might grow out but now it's started growing in waves I thought I should check it out.

What? Did you want to see it?

It's very blurry but you get the picture.

Doctor has prescribed some stuff.  

And yesterday, on my neck, I found a hair long enough to plait.

Oh it's great getting old. But better than the alternative.